Quotes About Strength

The Hurricane The tree lay down on the garage roof and stretched, You have your heaven, it said, go to it.

Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks.

Everyone in this life is defeated but a man, if he be a man, is not defeated.

Black wind, I have poured my heart out to you until I am sick of it- Now I run my hand over you feeling the play of your body - the quiver of it's strength-

On the road, as in many other aspects of Indian life, Might is Right.

Mr William, he said, in my life six times have I crashed, and on not one occasion have I ever been killed.( Bevinda Singh taxi driver from City of Djinns

the genius of Churchill was his union of affinities of the heart and of the mind, the total fusion of animal and spiritual energy"—but

A writer must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid.

If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can.

I am not one of those women who can stand things.

She was the captain of her soul

It is because so much happens. Too much happens. That's it. Man performs, engenders, so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything. That's it. That's what is so terrible. That he can bear anything, anything.

I can stand on my own feet; I don't need any man's mahogany desk to prop me up

She has had a hard life, but so does every woman.

They killed us, but they ain't whooped us yet.

Te lo entrego no para que recuerdes el tiempo, sino para que de vez en cuando lo olvides durante un instante y no agotes tus fuerzas intentando someterlo. Porque nunca se gana una batalla dijo. Ni siquiera se libran. El campo de batalla solamente revela al hombre su propia estupidez y desesperación, y la victoria es una ilusión de filósofos e imbéciles.

I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail.

man is man, enduring and immortal; enduring not because he is immortal but immortal because he endures

He had been too successful, you see; his was that solitude of contempt and distrust which success brings to him who gained it because he was strong instead of merely lucky.

You tell 'em, big boy; treat 'em rough.

There remains yet something of honor and pride, of life.

I reckon a man in a tight might let Bill Varner patch him up like a mule, but I be damned if the man that'd let Anse Bundren treat him with raw cement aint got more spare legs than I have.

the three of us in that state where the very bones and muscles are too tired to rest, when the attenuated and invincible spirit has changed and shaped even hopelessness into the easy obliviousness of a worn garment

Amid the pointing and the horror the clean flame.