Quotes About Strength

Earth, Ruald had said, is innocent. Only the use we make of it can mar it. Yes, earth and many other things, knowledge, skill, strength, all innocent until use mars them.

The thing about fear," said Cadfael, seriously considering, "is that it is pointless. When need arises, fear is forgotten.

Remember, every attack of the Enemy has a shelf life; this too will pass. But endurance, or grit, is necessary to survive a siege.

Grit, or the ability to endure, is hard to come by. It is developed only by walking through the fire and not giving up.

Blind and unwavering undisciplined at all times constitutes the real strength of all free men.

In appearance, the Endurance was beautiful by any standards.

there was a sheathing from stem to stern of greenheart, a wood so heavy it weighs more than solid iron

and so tough that it cannot be worked with ordinary tools.

The rollers that raced shoreward were perhaps 40 feet high, maybe more.

she was not constructed so as to rise out of pressure to any great extent.

Another night, this time without a drop of water, and possibly another gale—they simply did not have it in them.

Of all their enemies -- the cold, the ice, the sea -- he feared none more than demoralization.

Fortitudine vincimus—"By endurance we conquer.

O iron nerve to true occasion true,O fall'n at length, that tower of strengthWhich stood four-square to all the winds that blew.

Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.

My strength has the strength of ten because my heart is pure.

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ring'd with the azure world he stands.The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;He watches from his mountain walls,And like a thunderbolt he falls.

My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.

True courage is not the brutal force of vulgar heroes, but the firm resolve of virtue and reason.

Fainthearted animals move about in herds. The lion walks alone in the desert. Let the poet always walk thus.

For there is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep.

Poor splendid wings so frayed and soiled and torn!