Quotes About Strength

The image of the Angolan woman with a baby on one arm and a gun in the other is neither romantic nor fanciful

Om tegen de weersomstandigheden bestand te zijn moesten we steen worden, en nu stoten we ons bont en blauw aan de dichtstbijzijnde ander.

there are no new pains. We have felt them all already. We have hidden that fact in the same place where we have hidden our power.

Yet anger, like guilt, is an incomplete form of human knowledge. More useful than hatred, but still limited. Anger is useful to help clarify our differences, but in the long run, strength that is bred by anger along is a blind force that cannot create the future. It can only demolish the past.

Prosthesis offers the empty comfort of "Nobody will know the difference." But it is that very difference which I wish to affirm, because I have lived it, and survived it, and wish to share that strength with other women.

the machine will try to grind you into dust anyway, whether or not we speak.

Within the war we are all waging with the forces of death, subtle and otherwise, conscious or not - I am not only a casuality, I am also a warrior.

And I began to recognize a source of power within myself that comes from the knowledge that while it is most desirable not to be afraid, learning to put fear into a perspective gave me great strength.

J'ai léché les lèvres d'une louve, la colère, et je m'en suis servie pour illuminer, rire, protéger, mettre le feu en des lieux où il n'y avait ni lumière, ni nourriture, ni sÅ"urs, en des lieux sans merci. (...)

The truest direction comes from inside. I give the most strength to my children by being willing to look within myself, and by being honest with them about what I find there, without expecting a response beyond their years. In this way they begin to learn to look beyond their own ears.

It is as hard for our children to believe that we are not omnipotent a it is for us to know it, as parents. But that knowledge is necessary as the first step in the reassessment of power as something other than might, age, privilege, or the lack of fear. It is an important step for a boy, whose societal destruction begins when he is forced to believe that he can only be strong if he doesn't feel, or if he wins.

CAPTAIN. Yes, I'm crying, even though I am a man. But has not a man eyes? Has not a man hands, organs, senses, affections, passions? Does he not live by the same food, is he not hurt with the same weapons, is he not warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a woman is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? Why should a man not complain, a soldier weep?* Because it's unmanly! Why is it unmanly? LAURA

I seen a man grab hold to a fellow and cut off his arm. Cut it off at the shoulder. He had to work at it a while...but he cut it clean off. The man looked down saw his arm gone and started crying. After that he more dangerous with that one arm than the other man is with two. He got less to lose. There's a lot of one-arm men walking around.

Go in prayer.

When you have your health, you have everything. When you do not have your health, nothing else matters at all.

Even when we lose an arm or a leg, there's not less of us but more. Human experience weighs more than human tissue.

And I hope she does not live in a dark world. Because even the most terrible loss doesn't have to make you darker; it can make you deeper.

It was a great story and I admired her. And I also felt a little envious. Because that bloody tampon had been a secret weapon. And every woman had one. But only a woman like Debby would be brave enough to use it.

Nothing surprises me now, I tell him. I am stoic. I am Joan of Arc, with liver damage and an unused penis.

I'm a sunflower with a cracked petal.

What I like about you is that I've never met anybody like you in my life. You've got depth and you're funny and you have a sweet, good soul. A breeze from the water passes over us, And I admire your strength.

This is the truest thing I know. Scars are nothing to hate, they are nothing to deny. They serve as our proof of what we survived, and there is nothing more beautiful than to have survived something.

You weren't heavy at all...the only weight you carry is on your shoulders. I wish I could carry it for you.

This is among the oldest, deepest, most primal truths: the facts of life may be, at times, unbearably painful. But the core, the bones of life are generous beyond all reason or belief. Those things that ought to kill us do not.