Quotes About Strength

i wish i were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... (catherine, ch. XII, p. 125)

There's nobbut t' missis; and shoo'll not oppen 't an ye mak' yer flaysome dins till neeght.

Hope soothes me in the griefs I know; She lulls my pain for others' woe, And makes me strong to undergo What I am born to bear.

Put je naporan, a mora ga prije?i tužno srce...

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?  I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

THEY are afraid of nothing,' I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. 'Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions.

Don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.

I'll try to break their hearts by breaking my own.  That will be a prompt way of finishing all, when I am pushed to extremity!

remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.

Together they would brave satan and all his legions.

Happily, the architect had foresight to build it strong: the narrow windows are deeply set in the wall, and the corners defended with large jutting stones. Before

That brute of a lad has warmed me nicely. Next time, Master Edgar, take the law into your own fists it will give you an appetite!

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? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me?Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?

don't degrade yourself into an abject reptile — don't.

She did not yell out -- no! she would have scorned to do it, if she had been spitted on the horns of a mad cow. I did, though! I vociferated curses enough to annihilate any fiend in Christendom.

Yet, these revive, and from their fate Your fate cannot be parted: Then, journey on, if not elate, Still, never broken-hearted!

Oh, I'm burning! 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! Why am I so changed?

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere...

GöreceÄŸiz bakal?m ayn? h?rpalay?c? rüzgar kar??s?nda baÅŸka baÅŸka iki aÄŸaç ay?n? biçimde bozulur muymuÅŸ, bozulmaz m?ym???

Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.

A wounded dear leaps the highest

How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?

I have been bent and broken, but -I hope- into a better shape.