Strength, strength is what I need; nothing can be done without strength; and strength must be gained by strength.
We cannot be a source for strength unless we nurture our own strength.
...strength is not the absence of vulnerability. Strength is knowing what your weaknesses are and working with them.
Strength isn't about bearing a cross of grief or shame. Strength comes from choosing your own path, and living with the consequences.
Think of strength, dream of strength, live of strength.
I am asked what strength is. Strength is the ability to not do to others only the things that were done to you. It is said, that you should “do unto others as you would have them do unto you”, but strength takes that even further and says, “I can give more than what I received in life, I can be more than those who gave me little, I can do more for others than what was done for me.” Strength, though well aware of the pain that is aroused by drawing from a well that is not naturally replenished by others, continues to replenish that well so that it may draw from those beautiful innate waters, so that it may give to others even those things that were not given unto it.
Most of us, I believe, admire strength. It's something we tend to respect in others, desire for ourselves, and wish for our children. Sometimes, though, I wonder if we confuse strength with other words—like 'aggression' and even 'violence'. Real strength is neither male nor female; but it is, quite simply, one of the finest characteristics that a human being can possess.
They go from strength to strength.
The strength I'm looking for isn't the type where you win or lose. I'm not after a wall that'll repel power coming from outside. What I want us the kind of strength to be able to absorb that kind of power, to stand up to it. The strength to quietly endure things - unfairness, misfortunes, sadness, mistakes, misunderstandings.
It took strength to be quiet. It took strength to be kind. It took strength to let other people's cruelty bounce right off of you.