Quotes About Strength

A quick wrassle with a bear.

Take courage, my heart: you have been through worse than this. Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.

Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure… For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war. Let this be added to the tale of those.

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A small rock holds back a great wave.

Have patience, heart.

Reproach is infinite, and knows no end So voluble a weapon is the tongue; Wounded, we wound; and neither side can fail For every man has equal strength to rail.

And what if one of the gods does wreck me out on the wine-dark sea? I have a heart that is inured to suffering and I shall steel it to endure that too. For in my day I have had many bitter and painful experiences in war and on the stormy seas. So let this new disaster come. It only makes one more.

You've injured me, Farshooter, most deadly of the gods; And I'd punish you, if I had the power.

I will stay with it and endure through suffering hardship and once the heaving sea has shaken my raft to pieces, then I will swim.

Even the bravest cannot fight beyond his power

For I say there is no other thing that is worse than the sea is for breaking a man, even though he may a very strong one.

You must endure and not be broken-hearted.

It was the gray sea that bore you and the towering rocks, so sheer the heart in you is turned from us.

Vain is your boast in that you have scratched the sole of my foot... A worthless coward can inflict but a light wound. When I wound a man, though I but graze his skin, it is another matter, for my weapon will lay him low. His wife will tear her cheeks out for grief and his children will be fatherless: there he will rot, reddening the earth with his blood, and vultures, not women, will gather round him.

Endure, my heart; yea, a baser thing thou once didst bear

The spearhead sliced right through to the flesh, And when Diomedes pulled it out, Ares yelled, so loud you would have thought Ten thousand warriors had shouted at once, And the sound reverberated in the guts of Greeks and Trojans, As if Diomedes had struck not a god in armor But a bronze gong nine miles high.

As a bull roars when feeding in the field, so roared the goodly door touched by the key and open flew before her.

I am going to stand against him now, though his hands are like flame, though his hands are like flame, and his heart like the shining of iron.

Iron has powers to draw a man to ruin

No finer, greater gift in the world than that: When man and woman possess their home, two minds, two hearts that work as one. Despair to their enemies, a joy to all their friends. Their own best claim to glory.

There is no thought of death in your mind now, and yet death stands close beside you as you put on the immortal armor of a surpassing man.

Heroes, be men; be what you were before; Or weigh the great occasion, and be more.