Quotes About Strength

Stay together," he said, helping Marte amid the surging crowd. "At least we're off that godforsaken train. Look . . . " He pointed upward to letters forming an arch high above the gate. "What does it say, Papa?" Lucy asked. It was in German. "Work will set you free. See, you have to get strong again, Marte. If we work here, we will be safe. You'll see.

Andrew Gross

Staten Island

Staten Island Advance

The greatest of all weaknesses is the fear of appearing weak.

Our Union: It must be preserved.

When I was 11, I went to a sports school about an hour from home and stayed there during the week, only going home at weekends. That was hard, but it prepared me before I left for Bilbao; it made me stronger.

I get the gold-digger part six times weekly. I can play those women into the ground, but I don't want someone telling me that's all I can do.

I nearly died with the peritonitis, but not the heart attack. The heart attack was like bad indigestion and two weeks later I was back in shouting at people. I was shouting at people during the heart attack. I had it for three days without realising what it was.

People inspire me. Every day, I meet amazing individuals in the field. When I see a mother who has walked for three weeks to come to a MSF clinic, with two kids on her back and her belongings on her head, facing intimidation and physical abuse on her way, I am inspired by her resilience - her desire for life.

In 2011, when my father passed away - I had my daughter first; I had her on January 24, and I had a seizure during the delivery. I lived through that, and five weeks later, my father died suddenly of a heart attack, and I lived through that. And then my daughter had surgery, and I lived through that.

And right away as soon as I started doing Pilates, about 2 to 3 weeks into it I could tell that my clothes were already fitting differently. And I felt stronger than ever. My core felt tighter than ever.

It was a real rough year and a half. I was getting 80 shots every four weeks.

Jackie Kennedy was magnificent in the days and weeks immediately following her husband's assassination. She was especially wonderful to me.

People used to say everyone knows someone who's had breast cancer. In the past few weeks, I've learned something else: Everyone has someone close to them who has had breast cancer.

When I went public with my breast cancer diagnosis six weeks ago, the overwhelming outpouring of love, prayers and support really helped me heal faster. I want to make sure to thank everyone.

I want to win as much as anybody. But what am I supposed to do? Go cry in my apartment for the next two weeks?

I had a lumpectomy. It wasn't that bad. Six and a half weeks of radiation.

I lost twins at 14 weeks, and I had to have an D and C on my birthday.

I'd challenge myself to see how long I could go without a fall - on beam, I once went three weeks.

In the weeks after 9/11, out of the pain and the fear there arose also grace and gratitude, eruptions of intense kindness that occurred everywhere, a sharp resolve to just be better, bigger, to shed the nonsense, rise to the occasion.

Don't weep for me; don't write any sob stories.

I do not weep: I loathe tears, for they are a sign of slavery.

Do not weep for me.