Quotes About Strength

I suppose they cannot imagine what a person might be called upon to endure, when a line of poetry can mean the difference between strength and despair.

I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despair wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favorite music, find it a comfortable chair. Despair was the enemy.

I wished I could draw the way her broad-shouldered body threw a shadow on the moonpale dust. How brave she looked just then.

I didn't want to remind her that I was the reason she was trapped in electric bills and kid's shoes grown too small, the reason she was clawing at the windows like Michaels dying tomatoes. She was a beautiful woman dragging a crippled foot and I was that foot. I was bricks sewn into the hem of her clothes, I was a steel dress.

You can't shape me anymore. I am the uncontrolled element, the random act. I am forward movement in time. You think you can see me? Then tell me, who am I? You don't know.

I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despair wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favorite music, find it a comfortable chair. Despair was the enemy. It frightened me for Claire to bare her needs so openly. If a person needed something badly, it was my experience that it would surely be taken away. I didn't need to put mirrors on the roof to know that.

There was power in me now, where there had been none.

I learned, whatever you hung from my earlobes or out on my back, I was insoluble, like same in water. Stir me up, I always rest on the bottom

She was a beautiful woman dragging a crippled foot and I was that foot.

Despair wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favorite music, find it a comfortable chair. Despair was the enemy. It

It was one thing to hope, but you had to take care of yourself in the present, or you wouldn't survive.

She was a beautiful woman dragging a crippled foot and I was that foot. I was bricks sewn into the hem of her clothes, I was a steel dress. "What

The Romans were right. One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright.

Dincolo de toate temerile, avertiz?rile, Dincolo de toate, GreÈ™elile unei femei sunt diferite de cele ale unei fete, Sunt scrise cu foc în piatr?, Sunt o tr?s?tur?, nu o eroare.

It was one thing to hope, but you had to take care of yourself in the present, or you wouldn't survive.

Her violence. Claire, what did you know about violence? My mother's strength? Well she wasn't strong enough to avoid being the background of my art. Just the background. Her words just my canvas.

What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live or damn it for allowing the rest? Have you heard of the Stockholm Syndrome? Hostages begin taking the side of their captors, in their gratitude not to have been killed outright. Let us not thank some hypothetical God. Instead, rest and gain strength for the new campaign... [p. 105].

Once the worst had happened to you, all the rest was just stuff and absence.

It is only by a great effort that we rouse ourselves to act, to fight, to struggle, to be heard above the wind, to crush flowers as we walk.

It can make us stronger, more compassionate, more understanding—more like Jesus—if we allow it to. And the more clutter we get rid of in our life here—the more we will be able to enjoy heaven—when we get there. So, pain can have a purpose.

God is like that, Virginia concluded. He's always on duty. Moving from one need to another. Always there- for everyone. He'll get us through this. He has a way.

She had drawn strength from the woods. No, not that. She had drawn strength from the God who had made the woods.

This is life in a fallen world, where wars come and go, where nations rage and people cry in torment. We must be strong, not in ourselves, but in Him. And trust that His love and His wisdom and His light will see us through.

We can't do it on our own—none of us. We ask for His help—daily. Why, I remember my pa praying every morning that God would give him wisdom and power and patience for the day.