Quotes About Strength

Nevertheless, he understood: this was work, and it was hard, but they were equal to it, all of them.

La vida es dura, señor Scoresby, pero aun así no dejamos de aferrarnos a ella.

Lord Asriel was a tall man with powerful shoulders, a fierce dark face, and eyes that seemed to flash and glitter with savage laughter. It was a face to be dominated by, or to fight: never a face to patronize or pity. All his movements were large and perfectly balanced, like those of a wild animal, and when he appeared in a room like this, he seemed a wild animal held in a cage too small for it.

Philip Pullman

This was work, and it was hard, but they were equal to it, all of them.

They looked as frail and doomed as a dam of little twigs and tiny pebbles trying to hold back the Mississippi. But they were trying, all the same. They'd go on trying till the end of everything.

Lyra's mind was full of dark questions that flew around like witches, swift and untouchable, and somewhere, just beyond where she could reach, there was a glory and a thrill which she didn't understand at all. But it gave her a surge of strength

With every second that went past, with every sentence she spoke, she felt a little strength flowing back. And now that she was doing something difficult and familiar and never quite predictable, namely lying, she felt a sort of mastery again, the same sense of complexity and control that the alethiometer gave her. She had to be careful not to say anything obviously impossible; she had to be vague in some places and invent plausible details in others; she had to be an artist, in short.

Lyra encouraged, bullied, hit, half-carried, swore at, pushed, dragged, lifted tenderly, wherever it was needed, and Pantalaimon (by the state of each child's dæmon) told her what was needed in each case. I'll get them there, she kept saying to herself. I come here to get 'em and I'll bloody get 'em.

Just sort of relax your mind and say yes, it does hurt, I know.

whatever humanness he had left felt the strangest of pleasures: that of offering eager obedience to a stronger power that was wholly right.

Las decisiones no deberían tomarse en función de cómo nos sentimos…, culpables, débiles…

I wish..." she said, and stopped. There was nothing that could be gained by wishing for it. A final deep shaky breath, and she was ready to go on.

No one has the ability to laugh at their misfortunes like the women of the East End.

other people's weakness can destroy you just as much as their strength can. Weak people are not harmless. Their weakness can be their strength.

There were two types of strong men: those like Uncle Monty and Abe Steinheim, remorseless about their making money, and those like my father, ruthlessly obedient to their idea of fair play.

He calls his brother. it is the wrong brother from whom to seek consolation, but what can he do? When it comes to consolation it is always the wrong brother, the wrong father, the wrong mother, the wrong wife, which is why one must be content to console oneself and be strong and go on in life consoling others.

Always pick a redhead, Ee-oh, Manny said. he'll give you the best fight in the world. Redhead'll never quit.

There is something fascinating about what moral suffering can do to someone who is in no obvious way a weak or feeble person. It's more insidious even than what physical illness can do, because there is no morphine drip or spinal block or radical surgery to alleviate it. Once you're in its grip, it's as though it will have to kill you for you to be free of it. Its raw realism is like nothing else.

It's amazing how much punishment we can take.

Fear unmans us. Fear degrades us. Fostering less fear—that's your job and mine.

Which only goes to show what everyone learns sooner or later about loss: the absence of a presence can crush the strongest people.

Ordinarily my mother drew no strength from scorn

other people's weakness can destroy you just as much as their strength can. Weak people are not harmless. Their weakness can be their strength. A