Quotes About Strength

I don't mean this in a stuck-up way, but I needed an attitude song.

A miracle... my biggest accomplishment is my marriage so far. Because it's hard, everyone knows it's hard.

The brawniest will not beat back the storm Nor the heaviest haul your little boy from harm.

The first night, a rock, big as two fists. The second, a rock big as three. But nary a curse cursed Rudolph Reed. (Though oaken as man could be.) The third night, a silvery ring of glass. Patience arched to endure, But he looked, and lo! small Mabel's blood Was staining her gaze so pure.

Nary a grin grinned Rudolph Reed, Nary a curse cursed he, But moved in his House. With his dark little wife, And his dark little children three.

Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened as they grew.

Consider the big fists breaking your little bones, or consider the vague bureaucrats stumbling, fumbling through Paper.

The timecracks into furious flower. Lifts its faceall unashamed. And sways in wicked grace.

Big Bessie's feet hurt like nobody's business,but she stands—bigly—under the unruly scrutiny, stands in the wild weed.In the wild weedshe is a citizen.

We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan, Grayed in, and gray.

Live and go out. Define and medicate the whirlwind.

Books are meat and medicine and flame and flight and flower steel, stitch, cloud and clout, and drumbeats on the air." ? Gwendolyn Brooks

Well, life has been a baffled vehicle And baffling. But she fights, and Has fought, according to her lights and The lenience of her whirling-place. She fights with semi-folded arms, Her strong bag, and the stiff Frost of her face (that challenges "When" and "If.") And altogether she does Rather Well.

Books are meat and medicine and flame and flight and flower steel, stitch, cloud and clout, and drumbeats on the air.

Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-slappers, the self-soilers, the harmony-hushers, "Even if you are not ready for day it cannot always be night." You will be right. For that is the hard home-run. Live not for battles won. Live not for the-end-of-the-song. Live in the along.

It is lonesome, yes. For we are the last of the loud. Nevertheless, live. Conduct your blooming in the noise and whip of the whirlwind.

You are the beautiful half of a golden hurt.

But it is never over; nothing ends until we want it to. Look, in shattered midnights, On black ice under silver trees, We are still dancing, dancing.

My father, he was like the rock, the guy you went to with every problem.

Corazón Valiente

sin ti no existe un mundo mejor.

tirar para arriba, which literally means "to toss upward," but which is most often translated as "to overcome adversity.

overcoming obstacles [tirando para arriba

it felt like a hand had punched through the rock and reached out to us.