Quotes About Strength

He fell over frequently, but he never cried, though the ice was hard, the hardest surface his bones had ever met. He taught himself to laugh instead. Laughing was a bit like crying. It was a strange convulsion; it just came from a different bit of your mind. The trick was to move the crying out of that bit and let the laughter in. And so he'd pick himself up and carry on, laughing.

Living is fighting for life, and when anyone does not know this fact, someone else is doing his fighting for him.

The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power. You just take it.

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! Ain't I a woman?18

A nation is not conquered, Until the hearts of it's women Are on the ground. then it is done, no matter How brave it's warriors, Or how strong it's weapons.

Pain, no matter how prolonged it seems to be, is just a short-lived thing that one day, in one way or another, we will overcome.

He rose to his feet in one fluid move, the better to look down at me. "You don't know me, princess. Some people have reasons for doing things, and don't just go wherever they're told or drift whichever way they're pushed.

My determination was stronger than my fear.

Rosemary Clement-Moore

Rosemary Sullivan

The fact that Otto survived the horror of the concentration camps demonstrated his profound will to live.

we held fast together, and wept somewhat, each into the hollow of the other's shoulder. Maybe it is easier to weep when one grows old, than it was in the flower of life. The strength ebbs, or the wisdom grows ...

My mother was the perfect Spartan mother. I have always been able to imagine her telling her sons to return from battle 'with their shields, or on them'. She did actually try it on my father at the start of the Second World War. He didn't take it kindly, and confided to me ruefully that he thought she rather fancied herself a Hero's Widow.

Better to be a laughing-stock than lose the fort for fear of being one.

Here is one with a gift for loving and a gift for hating, and when he hates, God help the man who earns his hatred.

Then I'd scroll to the comments, and read the names of every blog reader who had promised to pray for me. Sometimes, I'd read their comments out loud. Lying in that bed, I pictured myself as a big sponge, enthusiastically absorbing all the love and peace and joy and light that these prayers were sending out in my direction.

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Got to go on, haven't we? Life goes on.

patient compromises? 'I was afraid. I was

I like difficult old women, she said. I'm in training to be one myself.

The steadfast behavior that could turn the head or melt the heart of Fortune was embodied in the Roman concept of virtus (from the Latin vir, the "man of true manliness"), a cultural value encompassing toughness, bravery, and a never-say-die willingness to combat adversity.

how a people who had raised such mighty works, could have allowed themselves to be conquered by illiterate barbarians.

She folded her arms across her breasts and looked at me like a lioness.

She walked as she owned the world, or had owned it once and lost it but remembered how it felt.