Quotes About Strength

Courage what is within is more important than what is without.

Are you the stuff that hero's are made of? Or are you a jellyfish in a skirt?

Human hearts are not made out of stone. Thank Thor. They can break, and heal, and beat again.

Sometimes our little human splashings are not enough. However hard we try, however strong our heroic human wills (and us humans have such a capacity, such a heroic capacity for believing that the impossible might be possible), sometimes our ridiculously puny human arms are too weak. Sometimes the world is just too big for us, the hurricane too wild, the sea so huge, that it wears out even the bravest of hearts, the strongest of wills.

Betapapun kecilnya kita, kita harus memperjuangkan apa yang kita percayai. Bukan berjuang dengan kekuatan pedang atau kepalan tangan kita, tapi kekuatan otak dan pikiran dan mimpi kita.

Glory comes not to the weak A treasure land shines out so strong We see it clear from far away O Great and Brave and Mighty Thor I hope that that was land I saw Once before... long ago... HO!

She's a queen and a mother and it's a mother's job to be scary," said Wish. "Well she's very successful at her job," shivered Bodkin.

Everything, you see, is frightened of something

However small we are, we should always fight for what we believe to be right. And I don't mean fight with the power of our fists or the power of our swords. That has always been the problem with us Vikings. I mean the power of our brains and our thoughts and our dreams. And as small and quiet and unimportant as our fighting may look, perhaps we might all work together like the numberless armies of Ziggerastica, and break out of the prisons of our own making.

Do not think that just because I have the soul of a soldier, and cannot speak soft words, that it was not hard for me, or that because I left, I did not love.

I love you Hiccup, although my stiff lips will not let me make the kind words I hear other mothers speaking... I cannot change or regret the wandering Warrior I am. But by Thor's thunder, I can fight for you, with all my Warrior heart, and this is one thing that I truly excel at.

Size isn't everything... However small we are, we should always fight for what we believe to be right. And I don't mean fight with the power of our fists... I mean the power of our brains and our thoughts and our dreams.

Människohjärtan kan krossas, läka och börja slå igen... Kanske är drakhjärtan likadana?

Victory will not go to those who can inflict the most suffering, but to those who can survive the most.

I've been wondering lately whether fear is necessary for survival, whether it sharpens the senses during storms of uncertainity. Or is it, as I suspect, merely another variant of weakness?

CrossFit, the intense strength and conditioning regimen that involved weight lifting, kettle bells, battle ropes, obscure acronyms, the eschewal of most foods other than meat, and a derisive attitude toward the weak and unenlightened masses who still believed that jogging was a sufficient workout and a bagel was an acceptable breakfast.

About a year before, Kitty and Lydia had embraced CrossFit, the intense strength and conditioning regimen that involved weight lifting, kettle bells, battle ropes, obscure acronyms, the eschewal of most foods other than meat, and a derisive attitude toward the weak and unenlightened masses who still believed that jogging was a sufficient workout and a bagel was an acceptable breakfast.

Mark Twain say something about courage being the mastery of fear rather than the absence of fear?

He took his time getting to her, as if he was sure she'd wait, sure of his own strength to hold her, even at that distance. He moved like he thought she was afraid of him, too afraid to run.

You were going to fall, you always did, but you had to get up fast and keep going.

Fear burned through him, like a flame. Fear coursed through him, like icy water. He threw his head back and raised his dagger, to strike -- and cried out wordlessly, as if the great cry could gather all his fear together and set its swelling course behind him, to add it to his strength.

In the white, warmless light of the moon, his people's fear rose up like a tide towards Malke, and it seemed to Oriel that the King drank in that fear, as if it were wine to give him strength and rejoicing.

She sat with her back to her fear, as to the wind and waves. Fear blew and sprayed at her back but she dared not turn around to face it.

They wouldn't know that grief had come down up on him unbearably, and he must be alone to put his arms around her, and feel her arms around him, to take enough comfort from grieving so that he could return to finish the business of the day.