Best 451 quotes in «weak quotes» category

But I also felt like an eggshell that had gotten a tiny crack. You can’t repair something like that. All you can do is hope that it sticks together, hope that the crack doesn't grow until all your insides come spilling right out.

Don’t let yourself to become so weak that you’ve to beg for the stealing of your love, but for the heart to conquer your feelings and emotions.

Don’t be too fast to highlight the weaknesses of other people. That is the quickest way of exposing your own weaknesses.

Every long separation is a test: A test to see how powerful or how weak the will of reuniting is!

Crying didn’t solve any problems, but not crying hadn’t proven particularly effective, either. She’d always thought it weak to indulge in tears, but nothing else seemed to answer for the situation.

Every time you see me, I’m broken,” he admitted, twisting his fingers together. He looked like he’d exposed his heart and offered me a dagger. What did he think? That I judged him? “Leng,” I said gently, hobbling to where he was. “I will always be broken. It doesn’t make me weak. When I see you hurt it doesn’t make you weak.

Extreme political correctness makes entire populations weak, and unable to defend themselves.

Doubtful heart weakens mind.

Everyone is vulnerable in some places! To don't be such person, make sure that you don't have weak places!

Feeble is the character, that bows to inflated ego, arrogance, and whines of affluent, whilst raising itself mercilessly on the humble and underprivileged.

För jag, kommer aldrig låta dig få se mig svag. Jag gråter bara i regnet.

For a weak person, every little hill is a giant mountain; for a strong person, every giant mountain is a little hill!

Forgive me for not loving how you deserve. With weak knees that in their grand gesture can only collapse instead of bow.

Good and quiet do not connote weakness.

Give it time… The weak in character always get tired of pretending. Their true colors will show.

He knew that prejudice was a necessary part of the weak spirit of some men.

Hatred makes you weak where else love makes you vulnerable. There's a difference.

I always am in a role, lovely – for you, for them – even for myself. Yeah... Even when I’m alone, I am still in a role – and I myself am the most exacting audience I have ever had.

He stared at her a moment longer, then laughed softly. “I wouldn’t love you if you were any weaker,” he said, and let go of her.

God uses people who cannot do it alone. He uses the weak, the broken, the people in need like you and me.

I am not sad anymore. I am not weak or tender or quiet like you remember because the second you said those words and closed that door, I sold my soul to the part of myself I had buried in order to love you, to let you touch every inch of my rotten body, for I wanted to be touchable and not so strange. Not so sad and tender, like I’ve always been, they say, so I changed. And then your glances and words throwing knives with no return about my change of habits and ways of living, being, and I nodded and smiled, dying silently a little bit inside.

i am not strong or weak i am exactly what the situation requires(versatile)

I believed I was too sensitive and weak. To “prove” I wasn’t a victim anymore, I moved closer to painful experiences rather than away from them. Remaining in harm’s way and exposing myself to more pain kept me in the victim role rather than moving me out of it.

If a tree is bent, every goat will jump on it.

I couldn't believe I let him see me like this, unable to fend for myself. I fumed in disgust at my vulnerability. I didn't want Evan to think I needed protecting. I pulled back my torment and let the numb blanket envelop me, pushing away the stirred memories, the noise of the crowd, and the trembling that still lay beneath the surface. I stared at the flames licking at the darkness and everything was lost as I sank deeper into nothingness.

If I believe my ability is small, then my efforts will be shallow and my push weak. If I think I am not capable, I will not try with energy. Without strong belief, I won’t seek the knowledge required to achieve my goals. I will not launch out into the deep or push against obstacles with the force that confidence brings.

I felt determined and strong, but sick and weak all at once.

I didn't raise you I be good and weak. I raised you to be powerful and happy.

If you are sad, love will make you happy; afraid, love will make you brave; weak, love will make you strong; and broken, love will make you whole.

If she fully embraced life with all its conflicts, she would suffer a breakdown.

if you show me how strong you are, i just exactly see your weakness.

I grab the pillows off the bed and chuck them at the reflection in the mirror of the girl I no longer know. I watch as the girl in the mirror stares back at me, sobbing pathetically. The weakness in her tears infuriates me.

If you are good, they say you are weak.

I know it is difficult to believe in your own courage or fortitude when everything inside of you feels weak and shattered. But do not believe what you feel. You will not be easily broken.

If you think women are weak, remember they give birth to strong beings.

I'm not saying that people can't be happy or fulfilled on their own; of course they can. But being open to the possibility of love doesn't make you weak; it actually makes you strong.

I might be many things, but I am also smart enough to learn from the past. Smart enough to know that no man who oozes so much alpha male will be happy with a woman who isn’t weak. Or, he won’t settle until he makes me weak, and I will never be that bitch.

I have come from my town, I have descended from my nome, I have done justice for its lord, I have satisfied him with what he loves. I spoke truly, I did right, I spoke fairly, I repeated fairly, I seized the right moment, So as to stand well with people. I judged between two so as to content them, I rescued the weak from one stronger than he I gave bread to the hungry, clothes (to the naked), I brought the boatless to land. I buried him who had no son, I made a boat for him who lacked one. I respected my father, I pleased my mother. I raised their children. So says he whose nickname is Sheshi. INSCRIPTION OF NEFER-SESHEM-RE CALLED SHESHI

Impatience makes even the strong weak.

I'm not surprised he wants to challenge me here, where no one can protect me. He thinks I'm a weak woman. He thinks wrong.

It's the giving that makes one stronger, but sometimes the taking can make one weaker, if even vulnerable or blinding.

I say “illusion” of choice because, in many cases, the nature of their choices hardly reaches the level of will, but of merely perfunctory activity. For the most part, their desires are not too strong, they are too weak, apathetic and easily placated. They often can be tempted into doing Nothing.

I wasn't used to be these weak before. But the day I saw you, it felt like somebody was punching me very hard on my chest. It was hard to breathe, it was hard to sleep. With your name echoing in my mind all the time. Like somebody was singing a song to me, that no one else heard. It was the first time I realised how beautiful it is to be weak.

Lend your ears to the deaf, your eyes to the blind, your hands to the weak, your tongue to the mute, your mind to the perplexed, and your heart to the weary.

It is curious how the weak-minded among us are wired like that, the way we turn subdued and silent when confronting real bullies and yet stand up almost aggressively to those who are genuinely kind to us.

It takes a strong woman to tolerate a weak man. That said, it takes a strong man to tolerate a weak woman, too.

It wasn’t that Nell was weak. It was that the world was dangerous.

I was always weak in the head—that must be it. I can't seem to care anymore about what I'm supposed to do.

I was not weak; I did not cry. But it hurt me, more in a kind of refreshing, thrilling way, than a kind of pain that would cripple me and send me away crying. My fingernails dug into the palms of my hands, and my teeth bit into my lips, my knees were locked, but I could not faint.

Many of us will not realize who we are because we do not believe in ourselves