Quotes About Strength

The world is grown so bad that wrens make pray where eagles dare not perch

Pour on, I will endure.

Muster your wits; stand in your own defence...

O God of battles, steel my soldier's hearts. Possess them not with fear. Take from them now The sense of reckoning ere th' opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them.

Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds, that shakes not, though they blow perpetually.

What man I dare, I dare. Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, the armed rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves shall never tremble.

Fight till the last gasp.

I have no words. My voice is in my sword.

William Shakespeare

That they lack, for if their heads had any intellectual armour they could never wear such heavy headpieces

In cases of Defense 'tis best to weigh The Enemy more mighty than he seems.

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. So, prithee, go with me.

pero perseverar en obstinado desconsuelo es una conducta de impía terquedad; es un pesar indigno del hombre; muestra una voluntad rebelde al Cielo, un corazón débil, un alma sin resignación, una inteligencia limitada e inculta.

Laughing Faces Do Not Mean That There Is Absence Of Sorrow! But It Means That They Have The Ability To Deal With It

The pleasing punishment that women bare....

For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite the man that mocks at it and sets it light.

This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong: To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Strike up our drums! Pursue the scatter'd stray. God, and not we, hath safely fought to day.

Therein, ye gods, ye make the weak most strong; Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat. Nor stony wall, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit: But life being weary of these worldly bars Never lacks power to dismiss itself.

Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.

O benefit of ill! Now I find true That better is by evil still made better; And ruin'd love, when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. So I return rebuk'd to my content, And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.

She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit, And, in strong proof of chastity well armed, From love's weak, childish bow she lives uncharmed. She won't be assaulted by loving eyes, and she won't accept gifts of gold.

I will in the interim undertake one of Hercules' labours...

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