Quotes About Strength

Please, Master, I can't endure this," I said. "Then, how will you endure eternity, my child? Don't you know that's what I mean to give you? What power under God is there that can break me?

Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness;

I've always been proud of you, except when you retreat, and give in to your suffering. I haven't been so proud when you do that. But you always come back. No matter how dreadful the defeat, you come back.

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater luster to our colors, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit, the capacity for visions, and the respect for simple yet indispensable things.

An awareness had come over him that he wasn't going to die. Loneliness in itself could not destroy him. Neglect was insufficient. And so he slept.

I am the Vampire Lestat, and nothing Ã¢â'¬Â¦ not even this mortal body Ã¢â'¬Â¦ is going to defeat me.

Now a life like that, he figured, could make one tentative and fearful perhaps. Or it could make you remarkably strong, and what people called philosophical---and fiercely independent. Maybe it could make you careless of your own life, indifferent to danger, and determined to live exactly as you pleased.

Five nights ago the Voice had said, "You of all understand me. You of all understand power, the desire for power, what is at the heart of the desire for power." "Which is what?" Rhosh had asked the Voice. "Simple," the Voice had replied. "Those who desire power want to be immune to the power of others.

The only power that exists is inside ourselves…

And there is another kind of strength in you. A daring, and a hunger, and aloneness. And that hunger and aloneness I know, and I kiss with the lips I do not have; I hold with the arms I do not have; I press to the heart in me that isn't there to beat with warmth.

The truth is most women are weak, be they mortal or immortal. But when they are strong, they are absolutely unpredictable.

Those who desire power want to

I can see that you don't know your own strength in this body any more than you did in the other." "Strength? What strength! This is a weak, flopping, sloshy, repulsive collection of nerves and ganglia. Don't even mention the word 'strength.' 

Son tu conciencia y tu voluntad las que deben mantenerte vivo.

And I suppose I do believe, in the final analysis, that a peace of mind can be obtained in the face of the worst horrors and the worst losses. It can be obtained by faith in change and in will and in accident; and by faith in ourselves, that we will do the right thing, more often than not, in the face of adversity.

and only by the coldest act of will did I avoid falling into a black pit of grief, so black that it would blind me to anything and everything.

We seek power so as not to fall under anyone else's power

Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort. And the balance by which she lived might be upset if she were to question her own goodness.

I love you with my whole soul, and I will always love you," he confided to me. "You are my life. I have hated you for that and love you now so much that you've been my instructor in loving. And believe me when I say you will survive this, and that you must for all of us. You will survive because you always have and you always will.

A singer can shatter a glass with the proper high note," he said, "but the simplest way for anyone to break a glass is simply to drop it on the floor.

Well, I am no village cunning woman, no frightened merry-begot, but a woman born to riches, and educated from the time I can remember, and given all that I could possibly desire. And now in my twenty-second year, already a mother and soon perhaps to be a widow, I rule in this place. I ruled before my mother gave to me all her secrets, and her great familiar, Lasher, and I mean to study this thing, and make use of it, and allow it to enhance my considerable strength.

The power of Satan will blast you into hell,' the boy bellowed, gathering his remaining strength. 'You keep saying that!' I said. 'And it keeps not happening, as we can all see!

She was no longer shaken. If she remembered her screams in the fire she did not care to dwell on them. If she remembered that, before the fire, she had wept real tears in my arms, it made no change in her; she was, as always in the past, a person of little indecision, a person for who habitual quiet did not mean anxiety of regret.

And believe me when I say you will survive this, and that you must for all of us. You will survive because you always have and you always will.