Quotes About Strength

Real conflicts between two people, those which do not serve to cover up or to project, but which are experienced on the deep level of inner reality to which they belong, are not destructive. They lead to clarification, they produce a catharsis from which both persons emerge with more knowledge and more strength.

Das 'falsche Bewusstsein', das heißt ein entstelltes Bild der Wirklichkeit, schwächt den Menschen. Mit der Wirklichkeit in Kontakt zu kommen, sich ein richtiges Bild von ihr zu machen, stärkt ihn.

Zum Selbstmord neige ich nicht, denn ich verspüre nichts von jenem Tatendrang, der andere nötigt, so lange mit dem Kopf gegen die Wand zu rennen, bis der Kopf nachgibt.

If life has hit out at you, and you weren't prepared for it, a little housefly has only to cough and it will knock you flat

Die Kunst kommt sich vor wie eine Porzellantasse im Elefantenkäfig.

I am no longer a shuddering speck of existence, alone in the darkness;--I belong to them and they to me; we all share the same fear and the same life...I could bury my face in them, in these voices, these words that have saved me and will stand by me.

A man is courageous only when he is also afraid.

Courage is the fairest adornment of youth.

We are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go out.

Inimene elatub 75 protsenti omaenda fantaasiast ja ainult 25 protsenti faktidest – see on tema tugevus ja tema nõrkus.

We don't act like that because we are in good humor; we are in a good humor because otherwise we should go to pieces.

My feet begin to move forward in my boots, I go quicker, I run. Soldiers pass by me, I hear their voices without understanding. The earth is streaming with forces which pour into me through the soles of my feet. The night crackles electrically, the front thunders like a concert of drums. My limbs move supplely, I feel my joints strong, I breathe the air deeply. The night lives, I live. I feel a hunger, greater than comes from the belly alone.

Ah! Mother, Mother! You still think I am a child - why can I not put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang short, boy's trouser - it is such a little time ago, why is it over?

Before my mother's tremulous anxiety I recover my composure. Now I can walk about and talk and answer questions without fear of having suddenly to lean against the wall because the world turns soft as rubber and my veins become brimstone.

Might! I say to myself, Might, always Might—and be it no more than an inch it is merciless.

While they taught that duty to one's country is the greatest thing, we already knew that death-throes are stronger.

Tu netr?ci. Dz?v?ba tev? tr?c. Tam nav nek?da sakara ar drosmi. Drosme cilv?kam ir tad, kad tas var pretoties. Viss p?r?jais ir dižošan?s. M?su dz?v?ba ir sapr?t?g?ka nek? m?s paši.

Es lag ihm nichts daran in einer Zeit, wo alles schwankte, etwas aufzubauen, das in kurzer Zeit wieder zusammenstürzen mußte. Es war besser, zu treiben, als Kraft zu verschwenden, sie war das einzige, was unersetzbar war. Überstehen war alles, bis irgendwo wieder ein Ziel sichtbar wurde. Je weniger Kraft man dazu anwandte, umso besser; man hatte sie dann nachher.

Only thus were we prepared for what awaited us. We did not break down, but adapted ourselves; our twenty years, which made many another thing so grievous, helped us in this. But by far the most important result was that it awakened in us a strong, practical sense of esprit de corps, which in the field developed into the finest thing that arose out of the war—comradeship.

Enese teadmata oleme ikka veel sõdurid.

They are more to me than life, these voices, they are more than motherliness and more than fear; they are the strongest, most comforting thing there is anywhere; they are the voices of my comrades.

Those voices mean more than my life, more than mothering and fear, they are the strongest and most protective thing that there is; they are the voices of my pals.

they are the strongest, most comforting thing there is anywhere: they are the voices of my comrades.

crouching like cats we run on, overwhelmed by this wave that bears us along, that fills us with ferocity, turns us into thugs, into murderers, into God only knows what devils; this wave that multiplies our strength with fear and madness and greed of life, seeking and fighting for nothing but our deliverance.