is a word filled with doubt and courage. strong is when you can honestly say that i’m love me and i’m okay with where i am in my life. strong can also be a curse when people tell you to be strong and your’re not sure if you can or want to.
I am strong, I am invincible — or at least that ‘s the song I’d like to sing and KNOW that it was the Truth. One must be strong when faced with adversity. One must be strong for other people. One must be strong in their faith. One must be strong — when will someone be strong for me?
takes a strong person to say they are sorry
strong is not just muscles and brawn but also humble and meekness
strong of character is wonderful when tempered with love and kindness
there once was this really really strong hedgehog.his name was not sonic. sonic was a fast hedgehog,but he isn’t really that strong. however, claude was a really strong hedgehog. he could lift up tortoises with a flip of his cute little paw. everyone loved claude. then one day he had a sip of sprite. sprite is like kryptonite to cute, strong little hedgehogs.
fresh as can be. you are there. in the desert. and when everything stops. so do you. but hey. what can i say. short sentences. you are strong. yeah. what can you do. climb a mountain you fool. yeah you are fresh. strong.
“It was a very strong smell coming out of the hole,” said Bobby to the Policeman. Hi nose was wrinkled, and the Policeman, in a unusual lapse of concentration during testimony, thought the wrinkles looked like the outline of of stormy sea.
Strong hands grip the ropes pulling. The sail rises to the top of the mast. Winds gust filling the canvas with promises of distant treasures. What will this voyage hold gold, hope, or blood?
People who are strong usually show it by standing up for the believes. It is something that does not hide within us, but usually it also affects other people and makes them look towards you as a leader and someone whom they know they can trust with decision-making. A strong person usually does not give in until he or she is given a rational explanation.
the strong man grabbed the dog and threw it into the garbage can. The homeless man living held it close to his heart he had finely found companionship after years of going t homeless dating nights behind the dominos, it had finally happened and he couldn’t be happier.
i guess i am strong. i dont mean physically, but mentally…emotionally. any other way that you could think of besides physically. everyone says i am. sometimes i dont see it. but right now, right in this moment, i understand. i mean, i saw a man shot right before the eyes of his family…so i guess that makes me strong.
I am strong, ready to hold you and keep you. I will protect you from the world, from death, from tears, from pain. I am a friend who will never leave and I will love you forever. With me, you will never want, never lack.
I am strong. I am stronger than most people think, and even stronger than I think. There are many different ways to be strong, and that’s where things get confusing. Sometimes being strong doesn’t look like a brave, fierce warrior facing down a battle. Sometimes strong is just being yourself at the times when that’s the most difficult.
i feel my strength dwindlng. my muscles drying out and crumbling into dust. as i lie on the floor incompetant and unable, one muscle still beats strong. my heart. for you love.
You dont have a single hair left on your body. You dont have the energy to put much air into your lungs. But you believe. And you are strong enough to wake up everyday and fight through whatever pain you are feeling. You know there is something better on the other side. The smiles of your family and your loved ones are like the fuel to your fire. They keep that candle burning and they keep the flame going.
“Your level of reality is here,” he said, pointing to a sphere at the bottom of the page. “You SHOULD go HERE next,” pointing to the one directly above it. “Instead, there is a strong possibility that you are in some small pocket of parallel reality that is unknown to both our levels.”
I was horrified. “How could no one KNOW about it?”
Live Strong. Like Lance Armstrong? Or like some metal. Like some strong metal. Or like a stroooooong black lady. Like in The Color Purple. Strong deodorant. I’ve been watching tv and they have strong deodorant.
Being strong is not necessarily about being strong in the traditional sense. Or, it is almost completely not about being strong in the traditional sense. Being strong means being independent. The strongest people love themselves.
I am strong.
I am not a coward. I do not give in. I am not afraid of anything.
I eat fear for breakfast. I take on any challenge.
I never cry. I don’t show emotions.
I am strong.
Strong. I have to be strong, that’s all the promises that I’ve made–what they come down to is me being strong. I can’t let anybody see me weak. I’ve done it before, and it changes nothing. People are the same and they don’t deserve to see me in pieces on the floor.
I used to be able to lift the weights in gym class, I could lift them high above my head and smile at my classmates. When I was littler they would praise me,
“You’re so strong, Seneca, you’re so strong!”
But I am not strong now. I can lift the weights but I cannot lift the thought of you. You pull me down, sage-girl, down where I didn’t know I could crawl. But I crawl to you.
“Do you like this?” I ask myself, and I have no answer because I cannot crawl and talk at the same time.
It doesn’t matter whether or not I like it, though, because I’m not strong enough to climb back up to the surface anyway.
that’s strong for me in the middle of the night i can see rumours of the cell in the middle of the night oh my god how stupid yes i think it oh my god. basically i’m not the one, yes yes i want to be
i always wanted to be strong. somewhat in body, like a certain vampire slayer. i always try to carry the boxes myself. because isn’t that what women are supposed to do now, if they can? or do i misinterpret? i mostly wanted to be strong in spirit and mind and love. i don’t think i’m very good at it.
strong is such an overrated concept. Sometimes ones strength needs to be modulated a little, constrained by compassion. Unless it’s cheese. Or beer. Then being strong is an unqualified success. And as for those ridiculous live strong bracelets, well, please. Don’t know
i’ve seen many boys at my school who strive to be strong because that is what the television, the movies , and the magazines tell them to do. strength=hotness. you need that strength to protect your girlfriend if anything ever happens to her.
Finally, she was able to stand tall and face her fears. After all of these years, she felt strong. Her smeared make-up and her wrinkled clothes were reminiscent of the girl she used to be. Now, however, she walked out the door with her head held high and a smile on her face. She almost forgot what it felt like to be so carefree.
Strength is a misunderstood concept. To be strong sometimes you have to give up. Sometimes you have to understand that someone else should win. Sometimes being strong means running away.
However sometimes being strong means beating the shit out of someone till they stop bothering you.
But yeah only sometimes.
Strength is being able to fight for what you believe. Strength is know when what you believe is wrong, and being able to admit it, and being able to learn from others. Strength is being able to compromise, and apologize. Strength is being able to do all of these things, and still believe there is good in the world.
Is something I’m not. I try and try again; to be strong, but it seems like I always fail. Sometimes I feel like we’re designed to be weak. Human emotions make you weak. Crying is a weakness right? And being sad? I don’t know.
Strength is not necessarily about immoveableness. Sometimes it’s about versatility, adaptability, flexibility. Strong doesn’t always mean hanging on. Sometimes it means letting go and taking the consequences that follow.
Which was why it was so easy for Anna to kiss him goodbye, turn away, and head for the door. In the months that followed, with the begging and recriminations and pleadings, she’d want to buckle, but she’d never break.
is a word filled with doubt and courage. strong is when you can honestly say that i’m love me and i’m okay with where i am in my life. strong can also be a curse when people tell you to be strong and your’re not sure if you can or want to.
He bent down and examined the motorcycle. The muscles of his shoulders and back bulged and contracted under his shirt and she stared, blushing.
I am strong, I am invincible — or at least that ‘s the song I’d like to sing and KNOW that it was the Truth. One must be strong when faced with adversity. One must be strong for other people. One must be strong in their faith. One must be strong — when will someone be strong for me?
Im strong enough to be a super woman… to be a girl who cares about herself!
takes a strong person to say they are sorry
strong is not just muscles and brawn but also humble and meekness
strong of character is wonderful when tempered with love and kindness
there once was this really really strong hedgehog.his name was not sonic. sonic was a fast hedgehog,but he isn’t really that strong. however, claude was a really strong hedgehog. he could lift up tortoises with a flip of his cute little paw. everyone loved claude. then one day he had a sip of sprite. sprite is like kryptonite to cute, strong little hedgehogs.
fresh as can be. you are there. in the desert. and when everything stops. so do you. but hey. what can i say. short sentences. you are strong. yeah. what can you do. climb a mountain you fool. yeah you are fresh. strong.
strong strong as can be.
“It was a very strong smell coming out of the hole,” said Bobby to the Policeman. Hi nose was wrinkled, and the Policeman, in a unusual lapse of concentration during testimony, thought the wrinkles looked like the outline of of stormy sea.
Strong hands grip the ropes pulling. The sail rises to the top of the mast. Winds gust filling the canvas with promises of distant treasures. What will this voyage hold gold, hope, or blood?
People who are strong usually show it by standing up for the believes. It is something that does not hide within us, but usually it also affects other people and makes them look towards you as a leader and someone whom they know they can trust with decision-making. A strong person usually does not give in until he or she is given a rational explanation.
“Dude?”
“What?”
“What’s that smell?”
“What?”
“Awe man, TAKE A BATH! You’re stinkin’ the place up.”
“Dave?…Who you talking to? Hurry up….Dave?”
vigorous. brave. it describes the true man. in all his manliness. not the popular modern feminism and all it’s weakness and feelings.
the strong man grabbed the dog and threw it into the garbage can. The homeless man living held it close to his heart he had finely found companionship after years of going t homeless dating nights behind the dominos, it had finally happened and he couldn’t be happier.
Can resist pressure and negative forces without it affecting their character.
i guess i am strong. i dont mean physically, but mentally…emotionally. any other way that you could think of besides physically. everyone says i am. sometimes i dont see it. but right now, right in this moment, i understand. i mean, i saw a man shot right before the eyes of his family…so i guess that makes me strong.
I am strong, ready to hold you and keep you. I will protect you from the world, from death, from tears, from pain. I am a friend who will never leave and I will love you forever. With me, you will never want, never lack.
I am strong. I am stronger than most people think, and even stronger than I think. There are many different ways to be strong, and that’s where things get confusing. Sometimes being strong doesn’t look like a brave, fierce warrior facing down a battle. Sometimes strong is just being yourself at the times when that’s the most difficult.
bold stubborn
visionary
healthy
indestructible
determined
focused
valiant
confident
inflexible
hard
i feel my strength dwindlng. my muscles drying out and crumbling into dust. as i lie on the floor incompetant and unable, one muscle still beats strong. my heart. for you love.
You dont have a single hair left on your body. You dont have the energy to put much air into your lungs. But you believe. And you are strong enough to wake up everyday and fight through whatever pain you are feeling. You know there is something better on the other side. The smiles of your family and your loved ones are like the fuel to your fire. They keep that candle burning and they keep the flame going.
“Your level of reality is here,” he said, pointing to a sphere at the bottom of the page. “You SHOULD go HERE next,” pointing to the one directly above it. “Instead, there is a strong possibility that you are in some small pocket of parallel reality that is unknown to both our levels.”
I was horrified. “How could no one KNOW about it?”
“Because YOU created it yourself.”
I am strong
I am mighty
knowing the future is all I need
being able
being right
to do what ever it takes
To many people walk around the gym sticking their chest out and I am not one of them. I’m strong.
Live Strong. Like Lance Armstrong? Or like some metal. Like some strong metal. Or like a stroooooong black lady. Like in The Color Purple. Strong deodorant. I’ve been watching tv and they have strong deodorant.
Being strong is not necessarily about being strong in the traditional sense. Or, it is almost completely not about being strong in the traditional sense. Being strong means being independent. The strongest people love themselves.
Strength isn’t something you’re born with. It’s something you have to earn–you have to work hard for it.
I am strong.
I am not a coward. I do not give in. I am not afraid of anything.
I eat fear for breakfast. I take on any challenge.
I never cry. I don’t show emotions.
I am strong.
Strong. I have to be strong, that’s all the promises that I’ve made–what they come down to is me being strong. I can’t let anybody see me weak. I’ve done it before, and it changes nothing. People are the same and they don’t deserve to see me in pieces on the floor.
heroic person who is willing to fight for others. Or muscular, can lift a lot of weight
I used to be able to lift the weights in gym class, I could lift them high above my head and smile at my classmates. When I was littler they would praise me,
“You’re so strong, Seneca, you’re so strong!”
But I am not strong now. I can lift the weights but I cannot lift the thought of you. You pull me down, sage-girl, down where I didn’t know I could crawl. But I crawl to you.
“Do you like this?” I ask myself, and I have no answer because I cannot crawl and talk at the same time.
It doesn’t matter whether or not I like it, though, because I’m not strong enough to climb back up to the surface anyway.
I wish I was strong. I try so hard to be strong for people, I can’t even be strong for myself most of the time.
that’s strong for me in the middle of the night i can see rumours of the cell in the middle of the night oh my god how stupid yes i think it oh my god. basically i’m not the one, yes yes i want to be
i always wanted to be strong. somewhat in body, like a certain vampire slayer. i always try to carry the boxes myself. because isn’t that what women are supposed to do now, if they can? or do i misinterpret? i mostly wanted to be strong in spirit and mind and love. i don’t think i’m very good at it.
strong is such an overrated concept. Sometimes ones strength needs to be modulated a little, constrained by compassion. Unless it’s cheese. Or beer. Then being strong is an unqualified success. And as for those ridiculous live strong bracelets, well, please. Don’t know
i’ve seen many boys at my school who strive to be strong because that is what the television, the movies , and the magazines tell them to do. strength=hotness. you need that strength to protect your girlfriend if anything ever happens to her.
Finally, she was able to stand tall and face her fears. After all of these years, she felt strong. Her smeared make-up and her wrinkled clothes were reminiscent of the girl she used to be. Now, however, she walked out the door with her head held high and a smile on her face. She almost forgot what it felt like to be so carefree.
Strength is a misunderstood concept. To be strong sometimes you have to give up. Sometimes you have to understand that someone else should win. Sometimes being strong means running away.
However sometimes being strong means beating the shit out of someone till they stop bothering you.
But yeah only sometimes.
Strength is being able to fight for what you believe. Strength is know when what you believe is wrong, and being able to admit it, and being able to learn from others. Strength is being able to compromise, and apologize. Strength is being able to do all of these things, and still believe there is good in the world.
Is something I’m not. I try and try again; to be strong, but it seems like I always fail. Sometimes I feel like we’re designed to be weak. Human emotions make you weak. Crying is a weakness right? And being sad? I don’t know.
Strength is not necessarily about immoveableness. Sometimes it’s about versatility, adaptability, flexibility. Strong doesn’t always mean hanging on. Sometimes it means letting go and taking the consequences that follow.
Which was why it was so easy for Anna to kiss him goodbye, turn away, and head for the door. In the months that followed, with the begging and recriminations and pleadings, she’d want to buckle, but she’d never break.