Forgetting is the great secret of strong and creative lives.
It’s catastrophies which turn wise and strong people into philosophers.
Women themselves are so happy, and so beautiful, when they’re strong, that they naturally choose powerful men, even if that power’s so enermous there’s a real risk it could shatter them.
To forget is the great secret of strong creative natures; to forget is the way nature herself who knows no past and who at every hour begins the mysteries of her untiring labors afresh.
Who then is free? The one who wisely is lord of themselves, who neither poverty, death or captivity terrify, who is strong to resist his appetites and shun honors, and is complete in themselves smooth and round like a globe.
Those of us that had been up all night were in no mood for coffee and donuts, we wanted strong drink. We were, after all, the cream of the national sporting press.
I think you either have to have a very strong decisive person at the top or else a really brilliant staff command.
Patience is the strength of the weak, impatience is the weakness of the strong.
God gave us so many emotions, and so many strong ones. Every human being, even if he is an idiot, is a millionaire in emotions.
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.
When you’re the strong one, people don’t give you permission to hurt.
Who you are is strong enough to bare your pain.
Courage will now be your best defence against the storm that is at hand- – that and such hope as I bring.
The world changes, and all that once was strong now proves unsure.
Their horses were of great stature, strong and clean-limbed; their gray coats glistened, their long tails flowed in the wind, their manes were braided on their proud necks.
He was as noble and fair in face as an elf-lord, as strong as a warrior, as wise as a wizard, as venerable as a king of dwarves, and as kind as summer.
Many evil things there are that your strong walls and bright swords do not stay.
The future, good or ill, was not forgotten, but ceased to have any power over the present. Health and hope grew strong in them, and they were content with each good day as it came, taking pleasure in every meal, and in every word and song.
Though here at journey’s end I lie In darkness buried deep, Beyond all towers strong and high, Beyond all mountains steep, Above all shadows rides the Sun And Stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, Nor bid the Stars farewell.
Then it would not be so strong a sense. If it failed to produce equal exertion, it could not be an equal conviction.