Quotes About Strength

Beriel shone with it, like a sun, the Queen in her Kingdom. It was as if each breath she drew increased her pleasure, breathing that air. It was as if each hoof the chestnut planted onto the earth increased her strength.

I could never do what you did, they said, to which Fredle responded, You'd be surprised at what you can do, if you need to, if you have to, if you really want to.

What has no shadow has no strength to live.

She had not the strength to come to life now, in England, so foreign, skies so hostile. She knew she would die like an early, colourless, scentless flower that the end of the winter puts forth mercilessly. And she wanted to harbour her modicum of twinkling life.

American soul is stoic isolate and a killer

The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and the power of movement, of action, in man.

Having suffered so much, the capacity for suffering had to some extent left him.

And as he loped slowly past her, on his flexible hips, it seemed to her still that he was stronger than she was. Of all the men she had ever seen, this one was the only one who was stronger than she was, in her own kind of strength, her own kind of understanding.

A bird doesn't feel sorry for itself in the winter.

And that is how we are. By strength of will we cut off our inner intuitive knowledge from admitted consciousness. This causes a state of dread, or apprehension, which makes the blow ten times worse when it does fall.

I have never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself. A little bird will fall dead, frozen from a bough, without ever having felt sorry for itself.

With Mrs. Morel it was one of those still moments when the small frets vanish, and the beauty of things stands out, and she had the peace and the strength to see herself.

Be braver in your body, or your luck will leave you. . . . Listen for the voice of water.

We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

Here's to the thorn in the flower!

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A bird will fall frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

The salt, bitter passion of the sea, its indifference to the earth, its swinging, definite motion, its strength, its attack, and its salt burning, seemed to provoke her to a pitch of madness, tantalizing her with vast suggestions of fulfilment.

Goodness, man, don't be so lachrymose.

One is so much harder if one has a touch of the man in one, don't you think, and more able to bear things.  But I'm afraid I'm all woman.

Her face was falling loose, but her eyes were calm, and there was something strong in her that made it seem she was not old; merely her wrinkles and loose cheeks were an anachronism.

Well, if one had to prostitute oneself, let it be to a bitch-goddess!

All men are babies, when you come to the bottom of them. Why, I've handled some of the toughest customers as ever went down Tevershall pit. But let anything ail them so that you have to do for them, and they're babies, just big babies. Oh, there's not much difference in men!

They were just as good as the men themselves, only better, since they were women.

He had kept the surface of his confidence in her quite serene. And that is how we are. By strength of will we cut off our inner intuitive knowledge from admitted consciousness. This causes a state of dread, or apprehension, which makes the blow ten times worse when it does fall.