Quotes About Strength

There is no Indian so wretched as not to retain under his hut of bark a lofty idea of his personal worth;

The weak generally mistrust the justice and the reason of the strong.

In Europe, Christianity has allowed itself to be closely linked with the powers of this world. Today these powers are collapsing and it is virtually buried beneath their ruins. It has become a living body tied to the dead; if the bonds holding it were cut, it would rise again. I do not know what would have to be done to restore youthful energy to European Christianity. God alone could do this; but at least it depends upon men to leave to faith the deployment of all the strength it still has.

La vida es para asumirla con valentía.

Don't you ever run away?' 'Never. Escape is for cripples. Neurotics.

Pelearé. -¿Contra quién? -No lo sé... pero pelearé. Caeré peleando, y no pienso caer»

Let me die, for God's sake!' 'What's the matter? Does it hurt? I died for six months, and I didn't whine.

Silence alone is great; all else is weakness.

So true is it that all sin is ultimately against the Lord; so bitter is the root of self; and so terrible the power of evil in its constantly growing strength, till it casts out all fear of God or care for man.

No problem too large, no creature too small.

I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I'd be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.

I must keep my head and not give in to desire, for desire is what causes women to drown.

Those you love will not drown or burn. They will fly away.' ...'Now we both have people we love who are like birds. They have flown far from anything in this world that can hurt them. They're flying away still.

Anything whole can be broken," Isabelle told her. "And anything broken can be put back together again. That is the meaning of Abracadabra. I create what I speak.

But most important of all, she explained that it was all right to say 'No. I disagree.' That was a gift. I understood it was power. The power to think my own thoughts. The power to believe in myself.

I can hurt myself more than anyone else can, she told her sister. I can do it with my eyes closed.

It was as if hope had appeared out of nowhere to settle beside her and it wasn't going anywhere, it wasn't going to desert her now.

Although she'd never believe it, those lines in Gillian's face are the most beautiful part about her. They reveal what she's gone through and what she's survived and who exactly she is, deep inside.

The more you feel, the stronger you are.

No barrier was strong enough to keep out the movement of time.

Any weapon touched by a woman, even by accident, must be cleansed with both water and prayer so that her essence would not linger, diverting the warrior who might use it next, for even the faintest touch could bring lust to that man's heart. Perhaps that meant a woman who was well trained in arms would be the superior warrior, her attention never wavering from her task.

You are my armor and my sword, my faith and my treasure, everything I'm fighting for.

I just stored up my hurts, as if they were a tower made of fallen stars, invisible to most people, but brightly burning inside of me.

I knew what happened in fairy tales. The strong survived while the weak were eaten alive.