Quotes About Strength

Human reason is beautiful and invincible.No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books,No sentence of banishment can prevail against it.

We and the flowers throw shadows on the earth. What has no shadow has no strength to live

The scars you acquire by exercising courage, Will never make you feel inferior.

If you look close enough, you can see cracks in everything. And that's okay. Because when you really think about it, it's the cracks and gaps and chinks in things that let the light shine in.

If we trust our own strength (said Mr. Orme), it may sustain us up to a certain point and then give way and let us down just at the moment when we need it most, but if the Lord is our strength, and our hearts trust in Him, He gives us His help in time of trouble.

The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer.

Men! The only animal in the world to fear.

If it were a question of brute force, not a single human baby would survive for a fortnight.

If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedgeDriven by invisible blows,The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.

But then peace, peace I am so mistrustful of it so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.

The great virtue in life is real courage that knows how to face facts and live beyond them.

being the woman that i am will make a way out of no way..[these are the words of all women of color who assert who they are, who create sound out of silence, and who build worlds out of remnants. (282

This would never happen to Van Damme. Heroes never shit. They only fuck and kill.

She gets that fabulous edge that girls get to their voices, the edge that spells oncoming Tantrum From the Bowels of Hell, that says, 'I'll scratch the heavens down around you and suck the fucken air from your lungs and spit you to fucken hell and you know it.

Peace should not depend on force.

How he had suffered . . . . I saw then, for the first time, that it was the mixture of strength and weakness in Garth's nature which made him so vulnerable to suffering. A weaker man would have bowed his head before the storm; a stronger man could have ridden it out. Garth was so fashioned that the storm twisted him, tortured him beyond bearing, left him maimed but still upright, still rebellious.

She was a little frightened in anticipation and a little frightened when the test came, but fortunately she was in control of her fear. She pushed it into a corner of her mind and barricaded it in. This left her mind perfectly clear and free to function properly. Of course, one had to keep an eye on the barricade, though Frances, smiling to herself at the absurd simile; one had to see that it was holding firm and keeping the fear-beast from bursting out and making a nuisance of itself . . .

It is not only great occasions which call for strength beyond our own; ordinary people who go about their daily duties feel the need of God's strength to help them, and God's shield to protect them from harm. The chief cause of unhappiness in modern times is fear, said Mr. Orme; fear of illness, fear of the future, fear of death; but the heart that trusts in the Lord fears nothing.

The troubles of our proud and angry dust Are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.

Sister Ferguson's method of dealing with misfortunes was to "wash them out". You never got anywhere if you sat down and brooded and felt sorry for yourself. The thing to do was to pretend you didn't care . . . then, after a bit, you found the pretence was true.

was a good mother to her three children, but there was no vitality in her. She died — if not of a broken heart, of a bruised one — when her youngest child, a daughter, was eight years old.

It is difficult to exaggerate the power that such a woman can obtain over such a man. Peter was by no means a weak character, but he was too gentle, too knightly, too chivalrous, to have the slightest chance against her wiles.

Often and often the slow difficult tears formed upon my lids and were brushed hastily aside lest they should fall upon my ledger and leave immortal trace of my weakness and misery. But that has passed, and now I am resigned to the life; I even find pleasure in it. The books—I have always loved books and I love them better now—are my greatest solace.

I wish you wouldn't gad about the country like this," said John with a sigh. "But I'm quite strong now!" "Stronger than you were," amended John. "It's my war work," Sarah pointed out. "I don't enjoy tearing around the country giving Red Cross lectures—but I don't suppose soldiers enjoy fighting or munitions workers enjoy standing all day long, filing nuts and screws.