Quotes About Strength

A soldier knows but one truth, and that truth is, without faith, you are already as good as dead. Faith in the soldier at your side. But even more important – and no matter how delusional it is in truth – there is the faith that you cannot be killed. Those two and those two alone – they are the legs holding up every army.

It must be taken as given that a man who happens to be the world's most powerful, most terrible, most deadly sorceror, must have a woman at his side. But it does not follow, my children, that a woman of similar proportions requires a man at hers.

She held herself straight, moving slowly, making her way towards the head of the column. And of all the journeys she had undertaken, since the very beginning, this one – from the back of the column to its head – was the longest one she had ever travelled. And, as ever, she travelled it alone.

A soul carries a vessel of courage. It cannot be refilled. Every thing that takes from it leaves less behind.

we fight every battle with our imaginations: the battles within, the battles in the world beyond. This is the truth of command, and a warrior must learn command, of oneself and of others. It

What I, Karsa Orlong, shall shape, you cannot imagine. No one can.

In natural justice, Arathan, the weak cannot hide, unless we grant them the privilege. And understand, it is ever a privilege, for wich the weak should be eternally grateful. At any given moment, should the strong will it, they can swing a sword and end the life of the weak. And that will be today's lesson. Forbearance.

it is human nature to transform loss into a virtue.

The bully's greatest terror,' Bugg said, 'comes when he meets someone bigger and meaner—

Anomander sighed, and then said, 'Sympathy is not a weakness, Ivis. To grieve for the loss of innocence is to remind yourself that yours is not the only life in this world.

Is love so paltry a thing, to be plucked and dropped to the ground at the first breath of contempt?

If you want us leading you, well, one thing us humans don't understand, and that's giving up. We fight when the fight's been thumped out of us. We rebel when all we got left that's not in chains is inside our skulls. We defy when the only defiance we got left is up and dying.

Witness? Yes, you are witness. Even so, what I, Karsa Orlong, shall shape, you cannot imagine. No one can.

You'll not have me, Lord, because you can't.

It seems, captain, that as her power grows, her tolerance diminishes. They are like lodestones, pushing each other away. Does power not grant immunity? Does power not strengthen the armour; does power not find assurance in itself? Can it be that those who hold the most power also know the greatest fear?

He openly opposes no one, and he finds power a thing to be avoided at all costs.

Armour encumbers, restricts the body and soul within it. But it also protects. Blows are blunted Feelings lose their edge, leaving us to suffer naught but a plague of bruises, and after a time, bruises fade.

There were things a child needed to believe, sewn like clothes, or even armour; that he could then wear until the end of his days.

There is no armor made that can withstand the truth. -Karsa Orlong.

Around Karsa Orlong, I suspect, only Karsa Orlong has his way.

The scars without are the scars within.

When it is all one can do to simply hold on, then to suffer is to weather a deluge no god can ease

Gruntle subsided, muttering under his breath. Gods, I wish the world was full of passive, mewling women. He thought about that a moment longer, then scowled. On second thought, what a nightmare that'd be. It's the job of a man to fan the spark into flames, not quench it …

The woman moved in a blur, one elbow driving backwards into the assassin's stomach. She twisted round and drove her knee into the man's crotch. A shout burst from Kalam as he reeled back a step, then fell to the ground with a heavy thump.