Quotes About Strength

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 The Simple Art of Murder

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

How can such a hard man be so gentle? she asked wonderingly. If I wasn't hard, I wouldn't be alive. If I couldn't ever be gentle, I wouldn't deserve to be alive.

And most men can stand what they've got to stand, when it steps up and looks them straight in the eye. Like they're doing all over the world right now.

He was tough, fast and he ate red meat. Nobody could push him around.

He looked durable. Most fat men do.

I still held his automatic more or less pointed at him, but he swung on me just the same. It caught me flush on the chin. I backstepped fast enough to keep from falling, but I took plenty of the punch. It was meant to be a hard one, but a pansy has no iron in his bones, whatever he looks like.

There are two kinds of strength. Power and the ability to wield it is obvious, but resilience, the ability to resist power, is the other.

There was nothing left to fear. He would endure or he wouldn't.

Fear is the little death, daughter. It kills in tiny pieces.

his mind was an enraged animal, bouncing off the bars of a magically imposed cage, and like an animal, he reacted blindly, striking against the barrier again and again, determined either to be free or to die. Hot

he had seen the worst and best of the rest, and had gone from a fraternity of men bent on trivial gain by any means, including murder, to a fellowship of men who would sacrifice even their own lives for the greater good. His ambition was to be like them, to be noble by strength of purpose and clarity of vision rather than by accident of birth.

power is limited to the strength of will within the man who holds it. Falter in your resolve and you will fall. Remain steadfast and you shall prevail. Always remember that. 'Come

Meet your sorrows head on, and after you've wrestled with them, put them behind.

There are two kinds of strength,' he added, reflecting on years gone by. 'Power and the ability to wield it is obvious, but resilience, the ability to resist power, is the other.

With bullies it's always the same: whether or not you can best them doesn't matter. What is important is whether or not you'll stand up to them.

Lady, you have answered well and wisely. Love by itself is the healer, not honor, not need, not duty. For love alone will my god Hantukama answer summons, and lend your warrior the strength to live.

It's tempting to think of yourself as powerful when those around you are far less so, but compared to the simple fact of existence, to the power of life and how it hangs on, we are nothing.

she was an army of one and was stronger than the invading force.

Sometimes the greatest gifts can be found in the darkest, deepest closets of the mind.

Your opponents would love you to believe that it's hopeless, that you have no power, that there's no reason to act, that you can't win. Hope is a gift you don't have to surrender, a power you don't have to throw away.

What is armor after all but a cage that moves with you?

Go to hell, but keep moving once you get there, come out the other side.

We need to stop telling the story about the woman who stayed home, passive and dependent, waiting for her man. She wasn't sitting around waiting. She was busy. She still is.