My strength lies solely in my tenacity.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face.
What does not kill me, strengthens me.[Was mich nicht umbringt, macht mich stärker.]
We don’t even know how strong we are until we are forced to bring that hidden strength forward. In times of tragedy, of war, of necessity, people do amazing things. The human capacity for survival and renewal is awesome.
To rush into explanations and excuses is always a sign of weakness.
There comes a turning point in intense physical struggle where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resource, ignoring the costs until the struggle is over. Women find this point in childbirth; men in battle.
The strongest man is never strong enough to be always master, unless he transforms his power into right, and obedience into duty.[Le plus fort n’est jamais assez fort pour être toujours le maître, s’il ne transforme sa force en droit, et l’obéissance en devoir.]
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
The oak fought the wind and was broken, while the willow bent when it must and survived.
Strength of courage is more important than physical strength.
Let us speak, though we show all our faults and weaknesses, – for it is a sign of strength to be weak, to know it, and out with it – not in a set way and ostentatiously, though, but incidentally and without premeditation.
