Take this sorrow to thy heart and make it part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again.
To be strong is to be happy!
Build me straight. O worthy Master! Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!
Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives.
Weak minds make treaties with the passions they cannot overcome, and try to purchase happiness at the expense of principle; but the resolute will of a strong man scorns such means, and struggles nobly with his foe to achieve great deeds.
Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.
There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye.
Wondrous strong are the spells of fiction.
Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great.
Sail on ship of state, sail on, I union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, with all its hopes of future years, is hanging on thy fate!
Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.
Make men large and strong and tyranny will bankrupt itself in making shackles for them.
Defeat is a school in which truth always grows strong.
The strong are God’s natural protectors of the weak.
It is not when the cable lies coiled up on the deck that you know how strong or how weak it is; it is when it is put to the test.
The commerce of the world is conducted by the strong, and usually it operates against the weak.
It is trial that proves one thing weak and another strong. A house built on the sand is in fair weather just as good as if builded on a rock. A cobweb is as good as the mightiest cable when there is no strain upon it.
Love must neither beg nor demand. Love must be strong enough to find certainty within itself. It then cease to be moved and becomes the mover.
A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. I have a mad impulse to smash something, a warehouse perhaps, or a cathedral, or myself, to committ outrages...