Quotes About Strength

we can win the war—make no mistake about that—but only if we don't lose it first. And the danger of losing it comes, not from outside—not from the might of Germany's bombers, not from her seizure of neutral countries and fresh vantage points from which to attack—but from within.

To have known, at close quarters, what absolute evil means, is to be armoured against what life can do to you.

Dangerous? Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

I admired Elsa Greer because she had guts, because she could fight, because she stood up to her tormentors and never quailed! But I admired Caroline Crale because she didn't fight, because she retreated into her world of half lights and shadows. She was never defeated because she never gave battle.

Dead? Dead? That young Norse God in the prime of his health and strength. Struck down all in a moment. Healthy young men didn't die like that, choking over a whiskey and soda...

I think, Madame, that your strength is in your will—not in your arm.

La mujer puede ser la ayuda del hombre y la inspiración de su vida, pero también puede ser su perdición. Puede arrastrarlo al nivel de la bestia.

Qué quiere decir la mayoría de la gente cuando dice eso? ¡Tan joven! Algo inocente, algo suplicante, algo indefenso. Pero la juventud no es eso. La juventud es cruda, la juventud es fuerte, la juventud es poderosa... Sí, ¡y cruel! Y alguna cosa más: la juventud es vulnerable».

Ik bewonderde Elsa Greer omdat ze durf had, omdat ze vechten kon, omdat ze standhield tegen haar kwelgeesten en zich nooit liet intimideren! Maar Caroline Crale bewonderde ik omdat ze niet vocht, omdat ze zich terug trok in haar wereld van getemperd licht en halftinten. Men heeft haar nooit kunnen verslaan, omdat ze ook nooit gestreden heeft.

And you must remember that anyone who's mentally unhinged has a good deal of unsuspected strength.

Do not rely completely on any other human being, however dear. We meet all life's greatest tests alone.

Now, being a girl, I was ashamed of my body and my lack of strength. So I tried to be a man. I shot, rode, jumped, and took part in all the fights of the boys.

And the woman who could win the respect of man was often the woman who could knock him down with her bare fists and sit on him until he yelled for help.

I am become a hard, thankless, graceless girl, and it was the only way I could do it.

And Egypt?What is Egypt's strength? Her resilience? Her ability to Her ability to absorb people and events into the pores of her being? Is that true or is it just a consolation? A shifting of responsibility? And if it is true, how much can she absorb and still remain Egypt?

There's a strength in that look, a wilfulness; one would almost call it defiance except that it is so good-humoured. It is the look a woman would wear - would have worn - if she asked a man, a stranger, say, to dance.

And so the very thing that should make Egypt strong - the richness and diversity of her culture - serves to divide her and make her weak.

He stands his ground but she can see him collapse. He looks like a man in a film the moment after he's been shot and before he falls to the ground -

From Aus B. Shurahbil" He heard Allah Messenger say: "One who strives to strengthen an oppressor and knows he is an oppressor has already left Islam. Baihaqi

Trees make me believe that we can also renew and reshape our lives, no matter what we face life.

The 'Bird's Nest' National Stadium, which I helped to conceive, is designed to embody the Olympic spirit of 'fair competition.' It tells people that freedom is possible but needs fairness, courage and strength.

It is no use painting the foot of the tree white, the strength of the bark cries out from beneath the paint.

And suddenly, strength and life charge me like a bull and the tide of life surrounds the taste bud of the morne, and all the veins and veinlets busy themselves with new blood, and the enormous lung of the cyclones breathes and the hoarded fire of volcanoes and the gigantic seismic pulse now beats the measure of a body alive in my firm blazing.

C'était un très bon nègre. [...] Et on lui jetait des pierres, des bouts de ferraille, des tessons de bouteille, mais ni ces pierres, ni cette ferraille, ni ces bouteilles… Ô quiètes années de Dieu sur cette motte terraquée ! [...] Et le fouet disputa au bombillement des mouches la rosée sucrée de nos plaies [...] (...) Embrasse-moi jusqu'au nous furieux Embrasse, embrasse NOUS