Quotes About Strength

Don't wish me happiness - I don't expect to be happy it's gotten beyond that, somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor - I will need them all.

Don't wish me happiness I don't expect to be happy all the time... It's gotton beyond that somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor. I will need them all.

It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for that long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.

A tangle, you know, is more powerful than a single thread alone.

We all try to forget what hurts us, it is sometimes the only way we can continue.

But the things that Christ taught are still true, of that I am absolutely certain. Meet me at the end of the world when we stand at the abyss...Honor is still worth living or dying for; no matter how tired or hurt or frightened you are, face forward and seek the light.

You speak like a heroine,' said Montoni, contemptuously; 'we shall see whether you can suffer like one.

The four signs of aging "Courage, Strength, Wisdom & I don't remember...

Ignore any loss of nerve, ignore any loss of self-confidence, ignore any doubt or confusion. Move on believing in love, in peace, and harmony, and in great accomplishment. Remember joy isn't a stranger to you. You are winning and you are strong. Love. Love first, love always, love forever.

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words.

Ignore any loss of nerve, ignore any loss of self-confidence, ignore any doubt or confusion. Move on believing in love, in peace, and harmony, and in great accomplishment. Remember joy isn't a stranger to you. You are winning and you are strong. Love. Love first, love always, love forever.

Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.

Strong women are absolutely unpredictable.

Little Girl, My Stringbean, My Lovely Woman

Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren

If you have endured a great despair, then, you did it alone.

It is June. I am tired of being brave.

The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives

Oh, all right, I say, I'll save myself.

We were fair game but we have kept out of the cesspool. We are strong. We are the good ones. Do not discover us for we lie together all in green like pond weeds. Hold me, my young dear, hold me.

For God was as large as a sunlamp and laughed his heat at us and therefore we did not cringe at the death hole.

Everyone in me is a bird. I am beating my wings. They wanted to cut you out but they will not. They said you were immeasurably empty bu you are not. They said you were sick unto dying but they were wrong. You are winging like a school girl. You are not torn.

It is June. I am tired of being brave. from "The Truth The Dead Know

She owns her own hunger.