Quotes About Strength

And Kushiel sends no punishment that we are not fit to bear.

Those that yield are not always weak

In the general course of things, when beauty passes, the flower bows its head upon the stem and fails. Sometimes, though, when the petals droop, a framework of tempered steel is revealed within.

I never forgot, never, that it had been he who, with two words, turned my deadliest flaw to a treasure beyond price.

Non sempre chi accondiscende è debole.

I could kill you in a dozen different ways without breaking a sweat. Do not think to dictate my comings and goings.

What is a warrior's first and greatest weapon, young Khai?" "It is his mind, Elder Brother," I said.

Without plenty, the wealthy lack compassion for the poor, hoarding without sharing. Without law, the strong bully the weak, stealing by force.

You're better off, d'Aiglemort said dryly. Steel and faith are an unnatural mix.

She was oh, so very beautiful to me, and her strength and courage and daring vulnerability only made her the more so.

Those who are too rigid in their beliefs will break rather than bend with fortune's blows.

For good or for ill, some people seem to love more fiercely, want more powerfully, burn more brightly.

And somewhere along the way, I found a little bit of healing. It wasn't enough to undo all of the damage done to me when I was a child; that, I think, cuts too deep. But enough.

That which yields, is not always weak. Choose your victories wisely.

A small kindness, a confluence of compassion, had saved his life. Was that strength, or a weakness?

To, co se podvolí, není vždycky slabé.

What is fear, but courage's shadow?

He nodded at Josceline and me. Keep these two with you, will you? They seem to be damnably hard to kill.

Non c'è roccia su cui l'anima mortale possa naufragare che non contenga qualche delicato viticcio di gentilezza umana che lotta per sopravvivere.

It takes courage to love.

How he did it, I do not know, for by then the cold and exhaustion were so deep in my bones that I could barely think. It wasn't until he returned, hollow-eyed, that I realized he was worse off than I. It is a strange thing, human endurance.

One day I took my courage in both hands

Never underestimate the power of a poet, even a disgraced one.

How could anyone endure what we had known and still be capable of so much goodness?