Quotes About Strength

You really didn't appreciate how thick, how powerful water was until you had to fight it.

How could you get past a splinter that had worked into your eye and scratched deeper every time you blinked?

The government people wanted us to believe there was something wrong with her. Because she was strong. Because she stood up for what she believed. Times were hard, but she was still Mom, and she refused to let anyone reduce her.

How could anyone mistake Mom for white? Mom was a proud black woman, the proudest I knew. She hated us having to take welfare food, hated accepting anything we needed but did not earn. We had a picture of Marcus Garvey on the living-room wall, talking about going back to Africa, talking about the power of blackness and the strength of the Negro heart. I couldn't imagine looking at Mom and not seeing that.

Papa, who instructed us to always hold our heads up, who promised us we were worthy, who assured us we were descended from kings—and from architects and farmers and healers and visionaries—no matter what all the hateful people in the world had to say about us.

We all chanted one of Garvey's famous phrases together: Up, up you mighty race. You can accomplish what you will.

Nothing to do but just keep moving, keep stepping. Don't stop, or it'll catch you. If it catches you, it's over, the dance is done, and there's nothing left but to lie down and close your eyes. So just keep moving.

Having a child makes you strong and gives you chutzpah. It relaxed my attitude to the job my center of focus shifted, which I think is very helpful, because even if you're not a very indulgent actor you spend a lot of time thinking about yourself. I don't think that is particularly healthy.

Por favor, Señor, abre mi corazón y enséñame a perdonar. No soy lo suficientemente fuerte como para aniquilar mi odio: nos han hecho demasiado daño; mi odio es muy pesado y podría aplastarme. Toca mi corazón, Señor, y enséñame a perdonar.

La fe mueve montañas Immaculée, pero si fuera fácil tener fe, ya habrían desaparecido todas las montañas. Confía en mí y puedes estar segura que jamás te abandonaré. Confía en mí y no temas. Confía en mí y yo te salvaré. Pondré mi cruz sobre la puerta, y ellos no podrán llegar a dónde tú estás. Confía en mí y vivirás.

Then Jesus spoke: "Mountains are moved with faith, Immaculee, but if faith were easy, all the Mountains would be gone".

Mountains are moved with faith, Immaculee, but if faith were easy, all the mountains would be gone.

They can only kill us once.

I realized that my battle to survive this war would have to be fought inside of me.

It is not defeat that destroys you,it is being demoralized by defeat that destroy you.

Never give up, no matter how hard life gets no matter how much pain you feel. Pain will eventually subside, nothing remains forever, so keep going and don't give up.

Truth is the power that will resolve our problems.

I want you all to stand like the Muslims who stood with La ilaaha ilalla for Truth and Right

A good home should gather you up in its arms like a warm cashmere blanket, soothe your hurt feelings, and prepare you to go back out into that big bad world tomorrow all ready to fight the dragons.

Your body is not a lemon!

I ask, Lord, for daily bread, but not for wealth, lest I forget the poor. I ask for strength, but not for power, lest I despise the meek. I ask for wisdom, but not for learning, lest I condemn the simple. I ask for a clean name, but not for fame, lest I condemn the lowly. I ask for peace of mind, but not for idle hours, lest I fail to hearken to the call of duty.

To bear what you think you cannot bear is really to bear." The great Iyéyasu left to posterity a few maxims, among which are the following: "The life of man is like going a long distance with a heavy load upon the shoulders. Haste not." .

Fortunately Mercy was not so rare as it was beautiful, for it is universally true that "The bravest are the tenderest, the loving are the daring." "Bushi no nasaké"—the tenderness of a warrior—had a sound which appealed at once to whatever was noble in us;

Stories of military exploits were repeated almost before boys left their mother's breast. Does a little booby cry for any ache? The mother scolds him in this fashion: "What a coward to cry for a trifling pain! What will you do when your arm is cut off in battle? What when you are called upon to commit hara-kiri?