Quotes About Strength

If the inexpressible cruelties of slavery could not stop us, the opposition we now face will surely fail.

determination, enough courage and faith to meet the difficulties as they developed. When I hear, "People aren't ready," that's like telling a person who is trying

Hate begets hate; violence begets violence; toughness begets a greater toughness.

We still have a choice today: nonviolent coexistence or violent co-annihilation. We must move past indecision to action...If we do not act, we shall surely be dragged down the long, dark, and shameful corridors of time reserved for those who possess power without compassion, might without morality, and strength without sight.

If you lose hope, somehow you lose the vitality that keeps moving, you lose that courage to be, that quality that helps you go on in spite of it all. And so today I still have a dream.

We must combine the toughness of the serpent and the softness of the dove, a tough mind and a tender heart.

A man doesn't realize how much he can stand until he is put to the test. You can stand far more than you think you can. You are much stronger than you think you are. If you can laugh at yourself, you are going to be fine. If you allow others to laugh with you, you will be great.

Men were created to reflect the strength, love, and self-sacrifice of Christ. Women were created to reflect the responsiveness, grace, and beauty of the bride He redeemed. And marriage was created to reflect the covenant union of Christ and His bride.

Be strong, my baby girl. Be happy. You will survive." And so, she vowed, would she.

real courage is belief in yourself. To face and defeat your fear, or be defeated by it.

But strength without flexibility makes one hard. Come September, when those fierce winds blow in from the sea, those hardwoods crack, splinter and fall. But the pliant palms are resilient and they bend with the wind. This is the secret of a Southern woman. Strength, resilience and beauty. We are never hard.

women need solitude in our lives to refill our well and garner strength to face life's deeper questions.

Her love for Mamaw had always been like that porch light, the one true shining light in her heart when the world proved dark and scary.

the measuring tape and saw Michael standing alone on the small rise. The man seemed a part of the scenery as he stood, hands on hips, his hair whipped by the wind like the meadowsweet at his feet, his jaw set like the granite rocks. "He must love his job," she said to Bobby. Bobby looked up and followed her gaze to his brother, standing

Power isn't telling someone what to do, she told herself. Strength isn't having the upper hand. Nobility and grace are revealed in the manner in which love is given.

worry about you, Caretta. You are a strong woman, true enough. But strength without flexibility makes one hard. Come September, when those fierce winds blow in from the sea, those hardwoods crack, splinter and fall. But the pliant palms are resilient and they bend with the wind. This is the secret of a Southern woman. Strength, resilience and beauty. We are never hard.

It time for me to shed all my insecurities and fears. Let them fall to the ground. It's time for me to find my voice and fly.

Whatever it was inside of me, whatever kernel deep within that enabled me to believe in fairies, in Peter, in the Neverland itself, this was my source of strength. No one could ever take that away from me.

I accept that I'm feeling afraid at this moment. But it's only a feeling. I accept it won't kill me. This feeling is the worst that will happen. I just need to ride it out.

No more sorrow and regret! Take heart! A new day is beginning.

My happiness has to come from within myself or it is too fragile a thing to be of any use to me and too much of a burden to benefit any of my loved ones.

This time her heart would not break, even though it would hurt and hurt for a long time to come. Perhaps for the rest of her life. But it would not break. She had the strength to go on alone.

The people we love are usually stronger than we give them credit for. It is the nature of love, perhaps, to want to shoulder all the pain rather than see the loved one suffer. But sometimes pain is better than emptiness. I have been so empty Kit. All my life. So full of emptiness. That is strange paradox is nit not - full of emptiness?

Tears never were worth the effort of crying them.