Quotes About Strength

emphatically, that I was. After that I decided not to feel sorry for myself or

A samurai was essentially a man of action.

It is a brave act of valor to contemn death, but where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valor to dare to live

Tranquillity is courage in repose.

In the heat of battle he remains cool; in the midst of catastrophes he keeps level his mind.

Bushido. The sense of honor which cannot bear being looked down upon as an inferior power,—that was the strongest of motives.

And don't let the world bring you down, Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold, Remember why you came and while you're alive, Experience the warmth before you grow old...

Sophie had been chiefly concerned in those days whether her mother would be able to bear the ordeal of losing two children at the same moment. But now, as Mother stood there, so brave and good, Sophie had a feeling of sudden release from anxiety. Again her mother spoke; she wanted to give her daughter something she might hold fast to: You know, Sophie - Jesus. Earnestly, firmly, almost imperiously, Sophie replied, Yes, but you too. Then she left - free, fearless, and calm.

When the hurt is so big and so seemingly endless, the only thing that will ever get us through is love.

Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.

He who has a why to live can bear almost any how. – Friedrich Nietzsche

Mothers and women in love: both ferocious females.

In a word, I desperately want this tragedy to be over and for us to try to survive it, that's all. What's important is to live: Primum vivere. One day at a time. To survive, to wait, to hope.

Danger, courage, fear, love: now he knew the real meaning of these words Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Yes, even love Ã¢â'¬Â¦ He felt better now, stronger, and very confident. He would never see the world through anyone else's eyes again. But more than that, anything he might love and believe from now on would come from himself, and no one else. Slowly, he put his hands together, lowered his head and, finally, prayed.

Non ho paura della vita pensò. Sono stati solo anni di apprendistato. Terribilmente duri, è vero, ma mi hanno temprata, hanno rafforzato il mio coraggio e il mio orgoglio. E questo mi appartiene, è la mia ricchezza inalienabile. Sono sola, ma la mia solitudine è aspra e inebriante.

I know that I am more intelligent, superior, more valuable where goodness is concerned than those men. They are strong but their strength is temporary and an illusion. It will be drained from them by time, defeat, the hand of fate, illness (as was the case with Napoleon). And everyone will be dumbfounded. "But how?" people will say. "They were the ones we were afraid of!

Faith is a funny thing. It's easy to believe while life is rolling merrily along. But in times of trial, it's tempting to turn away from God. Yet that's when we need him the most.

Some people feel more deeply than others. And I don't consider that a liability. In fact, those people tend to be even stronger. They have to be in order to survive.

But my core belief—that no matter what happens, God is with me—never wavers. And it's a great comfort to know that once you turn your life over to him, you never have to face anything alone again." He

he felt himself to be one of them, who can live neither in the world nor out of it. They are a kind of sick people, whose desire for God makes them unsatisfactory citizens of an ordinary life, but whose strength or temperament fails them to surrender the world completely; and present-day society, with its hurried pace and its mechanical and technical structure, offers no home to these unhappy souls.

The chief requirement of the good life', said Michael, 'is that one should have some conception of one's capacities. One must know oneself sufficiently to know what is the next thing. One must study carefully how best to use such strength as one has. ... One must perform the lower act which one can manage and sustain: not the higher act which one bungles.

A love without reservation ought to be a life force compelling the world into order and beauty. But that love can be so strong and yet so entirely powerless is what breaks the heart.

Dora was stunned by this information. She stopped. 'Do you mean' she said, 'that they're completely imprisoned in there?' Mrs. Marks laughed. 'Not imprisoned, my dear,' she said. 'They are there of their own free will. This is not a prison. It is on the contrary a place which it is very hard to get into, and only the strongest achieve it. Like Mary in the parable, they have chosen the better part.

I touched the Waterford glass with my finger: and in its ring I heard the echo of a voice saying You do not really want your wife back after all . I answered the voice in my heart: a bond of this kind is deeper and stronger than wanting or not wanting. Wherever I am in the world and whenever I am I shall always be Antonia.