Quotes About Strength

Todos somos cobardes», pensé, «sólo es cuestión de que nos atemoricen lo suficiente».

Pero nada. Si me querés, quedate. Bancate lo que te pasa. Bancátelo todo. Bancátelo por mí. Cuando yo crezca hacé lo que quieras. Pero ahora quedate. Soy chica. Te necesito. Aunque no encuentres otro motivo para quedarte, acá estoy yo, encontrame a mí como motivo. Y si no soy suficiente motivo, andate bien a la mierda.

Creí entender que a ese hombre ninguna verdad podía lastimarlo, simplemente porque no le quedaba ningún retazo ileso en el alma como para que pudiera llagársele

Hayworth's marriage made her a princess, but her feet made her a queen.

I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards.

Philosophy without action is the ruin of the soul. One brave deed is worth a hundred books, a thousand theories, a million words. Now as always we need heroes. And heroines! Down with the passive and the limp.

Power is always dangerous. Power attracts the worst and corrupts the best.

Where there is no joy there can be no courage; and without courage all other virtues are useless.

I will not. I will never surrender. I will fight through to the finsh, whatever the outcome. I will not quit. I will not betray and desert the best thing in my life. No, no, I will not surrender...Earth is the place for love.

An under-privileged juniper tree, living not on water and soil but on memory and hope. And almost alone. To the

Like all good cowboys dead and alive on fighting and grit and blood they thrive with a little strong whisky to keep hope alive.

Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes —Neruda

They won't break me. I've got a nimble and pliant will, and the powers of a chameleon. I'll conform for a year, or two years if necessary, and when I get out I'll be a wiser man. Maybe a sadder man. Possibly bitter, too—I hope not.

Some days it is a heroic act just to refuse the paralysis of fear and straighten up and step into another day.

Courage is just fear, plus prayers, plus understanding.

Mistakes and failure are not signs of weakness; instead they are opportunities for future success. Failure is a sign of a creative mind, of original thought and strength.

A life of pleasure makes even the strongest mind frivolous at last.

Refuse to be ill. Never tell people you are ill; never own it to yourself. Illness is one of those things which a man should resist on principle.

What a mistake to suppose that the passions are strongest in youth! The passions are not stronger, but the control over them is weaker! They are more easily excited, they are more violent and apparent; but they have less energy, less durability, less intense and concentrated power than in the maturer life.

Gatsby was great, but most unlikely. Gatsby was too unreal. Although I thought Fitzgerald wrote as well as any American novelist in the twentieth century, Gatsby was as far from truth as Fu Manchu. He was too soft to be what he was storied to be. Gatsby might be a cat burglar, but Gatsby was definitely not a gangster. He lacked the force of will to compel tough men to his bidding simply by force of will. He failed another test; he was too weak for a broad.

For any sustained and more or less original work it seems most necessary that one should have the quietude and strength of Nature at hand, like a great reservoir from which to draw. The open air, and the physical and mental health that goes with it, the sense of space and freedom of the Sky, the vitality and amplitude of the Earth -- these are real things from which one can only cut oneself off at serious peril and risk to one's immortal soul.

A strong foe is better than a weak friend.

Oh, the North Countree is a hard countreeThat mothers a bloody brood;And its icy arms hold hidden charmsFor the greedy, the sinful and lewd.And strong men rust, from the gold and the lustThat sears the Northland soul.

You're not such tough guys," she said, "you Corleones." Tom Hagen touched the brim of his cap, straightening it on his head. He watched Kelly where she stood brazenly just outside her door. He said, "I'm not sure I'm entirely representative of my family.