Quotes About Strength

They say, you cannot stop the birds of sorrow, but you can prevent them from building a nest in your hair.

All our lives are symbols. Everything we do is part of a pattern we have at least some say in. The strong make their own patterns and influence other people's, the weak have their courses mapped out for them. The weak and the unlucky, and the stupid.

A universal weakness of humanity is to equate the strength of an argument with their opinion of its maker.

There's an old Sysan saying that the soup of life is salty enough without adding tears to it.

But to be true to God's Word, optimism must always be optimism in God's power combined with a healthy pessimism in our own abilities. God can do all things with or without us; without him, we can do nothing (compare Ps. 127:1–3).

But to us as Christians, troubles come now not as visitations of God's wrath on us but as opportunities for God to uncover his power to the world.

The resilience of these people is amazing. I am a great believer that the sooner we get things up and running in terms of sport in this area, the better.

The strong take from the weak, but the smart take from the strong.

I stared so long that I got to seeing them as being dark, ugly sins in my body, smelling and dirty, but my touch face showed that I didn't give a damn. I was the toughest person in the whole world. And then inside the outline of my body a devil's face slowly took shape. It came to my chest, a dark, ugly thing with big lips that looked hot around yellow pointed teeth, eyeing me in a friednly way, as though it had been feeding on what was inside me and was trying to show how pleased it was.

All the soul of man is resolution, which in valiant men falters never, until their last breath.

MARÍA. ¡Ay, quién pudiera darte la tranquilidad que tienen los lagos dormidos...! JESÚS. ¡Madre, si yo fuera lago lloverían constantemente piedras sobre mi superficie! ¡Estoy hecho para el dolor!

My mother was a terrific force in my life. Wartime-generation woman, hadn't gone to university but should have done. Was very funny, very verbal, very clever, very witty.

When the Tigress plays, the dragon whips its tail.

A low, bubbling moan of prehuman fear. Then, one birth-strong heave pushed her through, and she was tumbling headfirst into the welcoming darkness.

There was a tight singing in her ears she had not heard since her childhood days in the community crèche: the tight singing noise you hear when you are trying not to cry.

Answer me, Enlightened One, Empowered One, Mother of Velocity.

With her last breath and final erg of energy she topped the wall (sharp-edged as the razor of wisdom) and saw what lay beyond.

The sense of power, of human ability, was so strong. Many of the men cried. Men are so easily moved.

The geek of the Earth are a tribe and they are mighty.

One has to have the courage of one's pessimism.

I think of novels in architectural terms. You have to enter at the gate, and this gate must be constructed in such a way that the reader has immediate confidence in the strength of the building.

And though you think the world is at your feet, it can rise up and tread on you.

Hardship bred a bitter, quickfire humour and resilience to all but the most terminal of life's tragedies.

John Martyn on instead, Grace and Danger