Quotes About Strength

Now we need something else...and I should be the one person to be reckoned with! (37)

Ne dis pas ces choses, répétait-elle, car je n'aurais plus la force de te quitter, je resterais là... Donne moi du courage plutôt; dis-moi que nous nous verrons encore...

The ground was shaking beneath their feet and they clung to the resolutions they had made in calmer moments, to avoid plunging into the abyss.

Est-ce qu'une femme a besoin de savoir jouer et chanter ? Ah ! mon petit, tu es trop bête... Nana a autre chose, parbleu ! et quelque chose qui remplace tout.

Et il est capable de s'écraser le cÅ"ur comme on écrase une puce.

Elle était là, patiente, seule, redoutable dans sa douceur. There she was, patiently waiting, alone, formidable in her gentleness.

el árbol, donde arraiga, allí se queda. Le cortan los brazos; le hieren el tronco; llora por la herida su savia, que es su sangre... pero no se arranca a si mismo, porque no puede; no anda, porque lo suejta la tierra con su dulce pesadumbre...

Growing old is not for sissies.

If the survivor is blessed with strength and some modicum of insight, then he or she may find the courage to keep moving through the bad times.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?

He's not a rough diamond - a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic; he's a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man.

No he sido yo quien ha roto tu corazón, te lo has roto tú misma, y al hacerlo has destrozado, de paso, él mío. Y la peor parte me toca a mí, porque aún tengo fortaleza. ¿Crees que me apetece vivir? ¿Qué clase de vida podrá ser la mía cuando tú...? ¡Oh, Dios mío! ¿Acaso te gustaría a ti vivir si te encerraran el alma en una tumba?

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear

No coward soul is mine.

I wish I were out of doors - I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... and laughing at injuries,not maddening under them!

Being repulsed continually hardened her

They are afraid of nothing... Together they would brave Satan and all his legions.

mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong.

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn. There were no mutual concessions; one stood erect, and the others yielded;

That made her cry, at first; and then, being repulsed continually hardened her, and she laughed if I told her to say she was sorry for her faults and beg to be forgiven.

But he was too good to be thoroughly unhappy long.

It's unutterably too much for flesh and blood to bear, even mine.

If God would but give me strength to strangle him in my last agony, I'd go to hell with joy

His frame shivering, not as one shivers with chill or weakness, but as a tight-stretched cord vibrates- a strong thrilling, rather than trembling.