Quotes About Strength

Never Give up, never surrender.

The child will not learn to trust someone weaker than himself or herself. If they can control and manipulate the adult, they are stronger. The adult MUST be strong enough to be in charge in a loving way for the child to learn to trust and bond.

As we walk through each day, responding to the needs of those around us, we can become physically, emotionally, and spiritually depleted. God has a never-ending supply of grace, strength, and wisdom available that He wants to flow through us to others. And we need to keep coming back into His presence to get our supply replenished.

You cannot expect to be victorious if the day begins only in your own strength.

he carried a hundred soldiers in his hand. "The

Go straight to God, and dump it right at His feet. You go down with it if you have to. Then leave it there and go on and do what you know is right now . That other is done. It doesn't make you who you are. It just teaches you who to be.

God doesn't take away the problem. He gives you a different solution, and that solution lies in the power only He can give you.

Keep saying Dear God, dear God. There may still be suffering - but keep touching those people, Lucia, and He won't let you suffer alone.

But here's the deal: when we face the worst that's in us, somehow we become better than we are - better than we ever thought we could be.

We do learn and get stronger through the hard stuff, but that's because God is love, not because God's putting us through some kind of obstacle course.

For Ellid born of Eitha had a face like a flower for loveliness and a body like a doe for grace; her mind was steadfast as a sword and her spirit was bright as its skylit blade. Cuin

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She nodded, hoping he was right and her jagged edges would smooth and that being beaten up by life could turn out well. "It's

My help is in the mountain Where I take myself to heal … I find a rock with sun on it And a stream where the water runs gentle And the trees which one by one gives me company. So must I stay for a long time Until I have grown from the rock And the stream is running through me And I cannot tell myself from one tall tree. … My help is in the mountain That I take away with me. Collected in: Sisters of the Earth: Women's Prose and Poetry About Nature by Lorraine Anderson

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Stop calling me resilient. I'm not resilient. Because every time you say, 'Oh, they're resilient,' you can do something else to me." –Tracie Washington, New Orleans-based civil rights attorney, 2010

The universal experience of living through a great shock is the feeling of being completely powerless: in the face of awesome forces, parents lose their ability to save their children, spouses are separated, homes - places of protection - become death traps. The best way to recover from helplessness turns out to be helping - having the right to be part of a communal recovery.

His name tasted of fire and wings, of curling smoke, of subtlety and strength and the rasping whisper of scales.

His name tasted of fire and wings, of curling smoke, of subtlety and strength and the rasping whisper of scales. He eyed me and said stiffly, Don't land yourself into a boiling-pot, and as difficult as you may find it, try and present a respectable appearance.

I am not your subject or your servant, and if you want a cowering mouse for a wife, go find someone else who can turn silver to gold for you.

A power claimed and challenged and thrice carried out is true

There are men who are wolves inside, and want to eat up other people to fill their bellies. That is what was in your house with you, all your life. But here you are with your brothers, and you are not eaten up, and there is not a wolf inside you. You have fed each other, and you kept the wolf away.

There was only me to save me, because no one else cared.

He roared at me furiously for ten minutes after he finally managed to put out the sulky and determined fire, calling me a witless muttonheaded spawn of pig farmers-My father's a wood-cutter, I said- adOf axe-swinging lummocks! he snarled.