Quotes About Strength

The defeated always remember.

É mais duro ver outro sofrer do que suportarmos nós o sofrimento.

That which yields is not always weak

where battle prevails, women must grieve.

One does not reckon, at such times, the cost to one's limbs and joints; there is a limit to the pliancy of the mortal form.

you don't build endurance by pushing yourself beyond your limits.

I try to have reasonable happy endings because I would hate any child to be cast down in gloom and despair, I want to show them you can find a way out of it.

Jacqueline Wilson

Jacqueline Wilson

You've got more courage in your little finger than most folks have in their entire bodies, my own child. I

Even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you had your mother at your back, you'd be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved. —Jojo Moyes, One Plus One

I believe it is to our detriment that age gives us a certain mistrust of those younger than ourselves, and we fail to see the strength within them to assume the burden of truth.

Truth grows even more powerful when it is suppressed, and that often it takes only one small crack to bring down the wall, to release it.

We all need to keep a strong middle, my friend. The center is where balance resides, and if you're not in balance, you cannot expect to continue moving

Fear was the scariest of emotions and it nestled there, growing ever stronger and sprouting shoots, a seed in the fertile soil of doubt.

he believed that it is a weak country that does not take care of its own

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: "A man can stand anything, except a succession of ordinary days." When she

asks us to endure. Thus I would suggest that you

Grannies to the rescue.

The center is where balance resides, and if you're not in balance, you cannot expect to continue moving forward without a fall.

Use your training, Maisie, your heart, your intuition, and your love for your father to forge a new, even stronger, bond.

Yet, despite the pressures of being a sole proprietor, Maisie knew that the curtain of darkness from her past was lifting. Not that she forgot, not that she didn't still have nightmares or close her eyes and see images from the war in stark relief. But it was as if she were on firmer ground, and not at the mercy of memory's quicksand.

But there was something there in her eyes, something she recognized, as if it were an old friend to be welcomed. It was a certain resolve, a knowledge that the only way she could fight her way out of the abyss was to prove something to herself—that she could be brave, that she could survive and be strong.

Come, take what you will, be nourished and know that you can bear what might be on your horizon, the good and the ill." Now