Quotes About Strength

Being American means you never have to say you surrender.

I don't believe that a female character needs to surrender her femininity in order to be an action hero.

Israel will never surrender to hatred.

In my head the word surrender has never existed, because that is what Real Madrid is about.

We are not going to surrender nor dishonor ourselves nor get on our knees whatever price we have to pay.

What does it mean to be a superhero? We're all fighting for the better good. But, at the same time, I think what stands out is, as superheroes, you don't give up; you don't surrender. I think that's what makes a superhero.

People say I'm a pain in the rear, but we surrender to people who say we are pains the rear.

It took me a really long time to decide who I want my circle to be and who I want to surround myself with. Once you make that choice, that is where I feel like I have built my strength. This is my life choice. These are the people that make me feel good about me, and that I love and adore and will do anything for.

Do not despair if the answer is slow in coming. Bethlehem proves the faithfulness of God. He answers our fears with a baby wrapped in rags. They that wait upon the Lord will renew their strength. This is the promise of God.

I'm not an epileptic but you're an arsehole . I'm important. I matter. I can do anything. I'm a sexy, strong woman that happens to have epilepsy. Do you get it? I have epilepsy but it's not who I am.

In lacrosse, Cherokee men tested their strength, endurance, and ability to withstand pain. Before the games, they prepared their minds as well as their bodies.

How far would you run with a piece of lead in your heart?

If I wasn't hard, I wouldn't be alive. If I couldn't ever be gentle, I wouldn't deserve to be alive.

I went out the kitchen to make coffee - yards of coffee. Rich, strong, bitter, boiling hot, ruthless, depraved. The life blood of tired men.

Down these mean streets a man must go who is neither tarnished nor afraid

She had a lot of face and chin. She had pewter-colored hair set in a ruthless permanent, a hard beak and moist eyes with the sympathetic expression of wet stones.

Her whole body shivered and her face fell apart like a bride's pie crust. She put it together again slowly, as if lifting a great weight, by sheer will power. The smile came back, with a couple of corners badly bent.

It was a nice face, a face you get to like. Pretty, but not so pretty that you would have to wear brass knuckles every time you took it out.

If I wasn't hard, I wouldn't be alive. If I couldn't ever be gentle, I wouldn't deserve to be alive.

That's the difference between a champ and a knife thrower. The champ may have lost his stuff temporarily or permanently, he can't be sure. But when he can no longer throw the high hard one, he throws his heart instead. He throws something. He doesn't just walk off the mound and weep.

There is nothing tougher than a tough Mexican, just as there is nothing gentler than a gentle Mexican, nothing more honest than an honest Mexican, and above all nothing sadder than a sad Mexican.

My God, you big dark handsome brute! I ought to throw a Buick at you.

A few locks of dry white hair clung to his scalp, like wild flowers fighting for life on a bare rock.

Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid....He must be the best man in his world, and a good enough man for any world. from Raymond Chandler's, The Simple Act of Murder.