Love is a lie. It is a trick played by the cruel on the foolish and the weak.
We blind ourselves to the truth, because we are weak, because we hope. But there is no hope for love. Love ends in betrayal.
The Horde has no use for weakness.
Do you know how the cuckoo bird survives? By preying on a mother’s weakness.
Vanity working on a weak mind produces every kind of mischief.
The true path to victory is to find your opponent’s weakness and make him suffer for it. To take his strength and use it against him until he finally falls or quits.
Never apologize, mister, it’s a sign of weakness.
Many mistakes have been made, so be ruthless. Life never forgives weakness. This so called humanity… is just priests’ drivel. Compassion is a primal sin. Compassion for the weak is a betrayal of nature.
It’s the loneliness that makes us weak.
The Force can have a strong influence on the weak-minded.
The for est gains its strength from your weakness.
One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
