Quotes About Strength

The light within glows strongest in the darkness.

the bond of blood. How strong it is, and how it has the power to reach across oceans.

a life lived in fear is no life at all.

In Buddhism"—the lama tilted his head back challengingly—"we would say that you are lazy." Sam's reaction was the opposite of his usual. Color drained from his face. "Despising yourself, thinking you are no good, saying 'I can't do this.' This is the mind of weakness. You must work to overcome it.

Pain or damage don't end the world. Or despair, or fucking beatings. The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you've got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man... and give some back.

If he had really wanted to control himself, he could have. He simply had not wanted to control himself. To live his way, he had been determined to fight anyone who interfered. So all right then, in a way he had fought for a principle. But it was not that simple, because he had also been proud and delighted to show how good he was at fighting.

I fear I am losing my mind. I do not mean "losing my grasp of reality." I know perfectly well what is happening. But I am powerless to prevent the outcome. Each day, I have less strength of mind to resist.

Go with all the Gods in your pockets, and my heart in your hand," he whispered, breathing

What is that?" Isabella asked him. "Courage," he said. "I'm with you – we kill the damn thing, whatever the hell it is, but I'm not going in there unprepared." "You have weapons? You have something to give you strength?" "I got beer, lady. I got a shotgun, and I got beer.

Okay then, smile and...

You can't see it at the moment, 'cause all these things have just gone wrong, and you're nervous and angry about things you can't control and which aren't your fault. But if you … hang on, Charlie. I don't know. I just think there's something inside you and I love it...

The world's the hardest metal there is. You have to hammer it into the shape you want and often it'll break your hand just to try, but if you're the one holding the hammer, you've got a simple choice: to hammer or give up. It's better to let the hammer fall. You never know what might be waiting for you in the steel.

To be under pressure is inescapable. Pressure takes place through all the world: war, siege, the worries of state. We all know men who grumble under these pressures, and complain. They are cowards. They lack splendor. But there is another sort of man who is under the same pressure, but does not complain. For it is the friction which polishes him. It is pressure which refines and makes him noble.

This is our fucking city. And nobody is going to dictate our freedom. Stay strong. David Ortiz, Boston Red Sox, April 21, 2013

Lord, be with me this day, Within me to purify me; Above me to draw me up; Beneath me to sustain me; Before me to lead me; Behind me to restrain me; Around me to protect me. Amen. —PATRICK OF IRELAND (c. 387–c. 460)

You wake up and for those few seconds, minutes, you forget; forget you are injured; forget you are finished.

But there are tears in my eyes and then I can't stop crying, stood there on that practice pitch in the dark, the tears rolling down my bloody cheeks, for once in my fucking life glad that I'm alone.

You've had enough of failure. Doubts. Had enough of disappointment.

It is easy to romanticise, say, tigers or lions and cats. We admire their magnificent beauty, strength and agility. But we would regard their notional human counterparts as wanton psychopaths of the worst kind.

and deliver me from evil." "Amen.

It came down to so many factors: an underdog who refused to surrender, a presumed victor who refused to fight, disgruntled Democrats - on the left and right - who, by deserting their party, merely strengthened it, and fearful Republican farmers, who in the end, proved more farmer than Republican.

Optimism is not a personality trait; it is a strategy for coping with your lot.

But that young sapling decided it wasn't going to be destroyed by its wounds. It decided to prove it was bigger than the person who harmed it. It accepted the hurt, embraced the experience, and grew around it. That, Tucker, is what forgiveness is.

We'll beat you yet, you cold-blooded, censored son of a bowdlerized, unprintably expurgated deletion!