Strength within yourself can be so hard to find. You have to dig and dig and dig and finally coax it out little by little… and sometimes even that doesn’t work. But I try try try again again again. It’s hard to do, but it’s incredibly undeniably worth it.
mom
muscles
power
corruption
protection
nicole
love
faith
morals
family
passion
art
writing
edgar allan poe
emily dickinson
books
history
death
sacrifice
distance
attachmentt
friendship
words
trust
promise
kumalo
miss skeeter
His arms were strong, his legs were strong, but his heart was weak. I needed him, and he stood strong, but he crumbled inside. I was left to swim my own way. I almost drowned. I guess I should thank him for being so weak. I will never need a raft.
i am stonger than i think. Or so I’ve been told. Am I? Or am i buying into the desires of others who care for me? Well, I’m going out on a limb and saying that they are right. Right?
i’m a strong person. maybe even the strongest person i know!!
yea, i cry sometimes & i even whine alot. but inside i’m strong. im strong enough to laugh at my own mistakes & still love myself! i’m a strong person.
They say that you never know how strong you can be until being strong is your only option. People say that I’m strong, but I guess I don’t see it. I simply don’t have the luxury of falling apart, because I’m the caretaker.
The strongest person I have ever known, lives across the street. She is beautiful, with the most colourful heart I’ve dared to have seen.
She has suffered more than one should have, and she smiles broader than I have seen others do.
She is beautiful. She is perfect. She is strong.
I close my eyes. I breathe in deeply. My senses are on overload. The aroma from the burning candle coupled with the complicated melody from the music he’s selected, has my head swimming. These are only magnified by this: His strong hands moving slowly, deliberately over my delicate, bare skin. The sensation both relaxes and excites me. i am so happy to be here. To be his.
I am strong. I can do this. I can get over you. Staying strong is one of the hardest things. I tell you “I’m done” with you but just go back the next day. But this time it’s different. We both know it, too. I’m slowly learning that time does heal all and I will soon be able to be over this. You were such a big part of my life for so long, but sometimes God puts people in your life that aren’t supposed to stay.
Strong… Why only sixty seconds to say all that this means?
It means… to be…
I hope not to have a lighter load, but to have greater strength to bear it.
I hope to be strong to face what I have to, to enjoy what I can, and should.
The smell of my dog sprayed by a skunk so many years ago in that hippie house in Natick I smell it still. Odd, you can forget who you loved and who you hated but not that smell. Strong.
massive big elaborate careful protection need
help lift something hold on let go memories admitting you’re wrong standing up for what you believe in. holding your head up high.
Strong is a meaningful word, because you can be strong in different ways. In your mind, in your heart, in yourself as a whole. It does not have to mean that you can lift the world on your shoulders.
Don’t worry if your body is weak, people don’t realize that there are many different kinds of strength, and the strength of muscles is least important.
rowing on a racecourse and all i can think is how angry i am at kyle and i want to feel the burn in my muscles and use them to my fullest potential and break it all down that smooth axpanse of water and feel it to make myself go as fast as i can to feel as if i’m worth something. i want to go harder and beat my mom who doesnt care and be better and prove my worth. ive increased my strength to increase my person but it doesnt help, theres never enough strength
Strength lies in numbers. Strength comes from within. But really. Aren’t those two ideas conflicting. If you are strong as a community how can you be strong as an individual?
They can’t be equal levels. One has to be greater than the other. So where does strength truly lie?
“I like my coffee strong and black,” she said with a smirk. I wanted to slap her, but one doesn’t slap a prospective employer, especially if one has to make her own coffee weak and tan to make the rent payments.
Strong is a 6 years old girl, which mom has died, but she assumes the responsibility of her siblings, cooking for them and supporting them in everything.
Strong is a mother and friend, which son just passed away 3 weeks ago, but she still manages to show up to her friend’s wedding, and is happy for her.
Strong is the girlfriend who manages to let her boyfriend have a trip overseas to visit family, although she needs his emotional support because she is sad.
Strong is the husband which goes to his wifes grave everyday, to leave a flower and the words “i love you” written on a note – even though she passed away 10 years ago, and he is remarried.
Strong is you who endure things which would make most people give up on life.
Strong is you who still smiles, even aware of all the horrible things that happens in the world.
Everyone can be strong – because strength is withing our hearts.
I believe i am strong, and i don’t show it to people. But deep down i know that i am very week indeed, i can break at any moments when it is way over my head!
Strength of people is a very understated topic. When we must, we perform. Sure, some of us will buckle under pressure, but if we’re put in a tough and/or challenging situation often enough, we will eventually come through. Very few people completely fold up. It’s rare that a human being doesn’t adapt and overcome. Pretty amazing when you think about it, isn’t it?
You are strong, your army strong. To be strong, you must have a tough mind you must you must and if you don’t you shall fuss. Fuss is a must but if you are strong then you are tough. To be strong your mind must be above the low, you are on top of the valley not below. You must be in the Himalaya mountains not at the flat lands of yourself.
Biblical I wish I could e why do I see a beard why does strong remind me of facial hair? Am I a man, I know I am a man I am man oh man it must be some kind of hormone that produces facial hair. I know sex does. Mhhhhmmmm-call me ;D
STRENGTH. IT COMES IN NUMBERS. MANY TIMES I HAVE HAD TO EEM STRONGER THAN I REALLY AM AND IT HAS STRENGTHENED ME SOME. I DO NOT LIKE IT. SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE TIMES WHEN I HAD TO BE WEAK. THOSE WERE THE DAYS. THOSE WERE THE GOOD TIMES. WHEN I DIDN’T HAVE TO IMPRESS ANYONE ELSE. JUST MYSELF. I LIKED IT BACK THEN. IT WAS EASIER.
None of us know where strength comes from. We fight for it, pray for it, beg for it to come and get us through whatever bleak, hopeless situation befalls us, and then one day we wake up and it has found us. The strength to get up, the strength to move on and finally, the strength to live our lives.
strong, makes you think of man. but then also marion halcomb from the woman in white. women can be strong,but men don’t seem to like that. why must lesbians be the only ones with this tough exterior image that seems okay by society standards? i want just once for people to admit that they dont’ know what they’re doing and not in their facebook status in reference to homework.
I try to be strong. Sometimes you have to be weak first in order to be your strongest. Why does one desire to be strong in times of hurt, weakness and pain? Possibly it is best for one to let go of such desires and be weak.
She was running out of time. She had to run, and leave her family and everything she knew behind. It was a small sacrifice for her. She had to fight for the good of all mankind, and nothing was going to stop her. Nothing. It was like they said– you’ve got to be strong to survive.
Strength is all that one really needs,
to laugh,
to sing,
to even cry about.
Like the elephant walking be strong,
and stir about.
Now cry and laugh and be free.
just like the world it can overwhelmyou and take you down or it can make you like it and you can be the rock and the hard place that everything must bend or break to either positively or negatviely living through the world makes you strong. it is it’s force that creates dirfferent versions of it strong mind begets strong body causing strong emotions
He was always the strongest troll out there. They all made fun of him, but when it came down to it, he could kill every single one of them with his bare hands. They laughed, but only because they were afraid of him. They were nervous, covered in sweat…Oh god…I need a towel.
My daughter’s strength amazes me. At 8 years old, not a care in the world for how she’s perceived by others. Meaning her peers. She’s much more concerned, and always has been, about playing what she wants, rather than with whom she’s playing.
Carefully, and slowly she places the object on a high shelf, as a way of putting the difficulties out of worry’s reach. She can be strong, she can deal with this. And deal with it again. And one more time. Repeatedly. Strong becomes stronger. Strength grows with muscles, as they get stronger.
Strength within yourself can be so hard to find. You have to dig and dig and dig and finally coax it out little by little… and sometimes even that doesn’t work. But I try try try again again again. It’s hard to do, but it’s incredibly undeniably worth it.
Is she strong enough to resist the pull?
mom
muscles
power
corruption
protection
nicole
love
faith
morals
family
passion
art
writing
edgar allan poe
emily dickinson
books
history
death
sacrifice
distance
attachmentt
friendship
words
trust
promise
kumalo
miss skeeter
His arms were strong, his legs were strong, but his heart was weak. I needed him, and he stood strong, but he crumbled inside. I was left to swim my own way. I almost drowned. I guess I should thank him for being so weak. I will never need a raft.
i am stonger than i think. Or so I’ve been told. Am I? Or am i buying into the desires of others who care for me? Well, I’m going out on a limb and saying that they are right. Right?
i’m a strong person. maybe even the strongest person i know!!
yea, i cry sometimes & i even whine alot. but inside i’m strong. im strong enough to laugh at my own mistakes & still love myself! i’m a strong person.
They say that you never know how strong you can be until being strong is your only option. People say that I’m strong, but I guess I don’t see it. I simply don’t have the luxury of falling apart, because I’m the caretaker.
The strongest person I have ever known, lives across the street. She is beautiful, with the most colourful heart I’ve dared to have seen.
She has suffered more than one should have, and she smiles broader than I have seen others do.
She is beautiful. She is perfect. She is strong.
I close my eyes. I breathe in deeply. My senses are on overload. The aroma from the burning candle coupled with the complicated melody from the music he’s selected, has my head swimming. These are only magnified by this: His strong hands moving slowly, deliberately over my delicate, bare skin. The sensation both relaxes and excites me. i am so happy to be here. To be his.
Strengthen the boundaries. Draw the ring in tight. The ultimate shield is the ultimate sword when turned on its side. Do not underestimate.
I am strong. I can do this. I can get over you. Staying strong is one of the hardest things. I tell you “I’m done” with you but just go back the next day. But this time it’s different. We both know it, too. I’m slowly learning that time does heal all and I will soon be able to be over this. You were such a big part of my life for so long, but sometimes God puts people in your life that aren’t supposed to stay.
Strong… Why only sixty seconds to say all that this means?
It means… to be…
I hope not to have a lighter load, but to have greater strength to bear it.
I hope to be strong to face what I have to, to enjoy what I can, and should.
The smell of my dog sprayed by a skunk so many years ago in that hippie house in Natick I smell it still. Odd, you can forget who you loved and who you hated but not that smell. Strong.
massive big elaborate careful protection need
help lift something hold on let go memories admitting you’re wrong standing up for what you believe in. holding your head up high.
I’m not strong enough to let her leave.
To be strong is like being protected by yourself against all odds
Strong is a meaningful word, because you can be strong in different ways. In your mind, in your heart, in yourself as a whole. It does not have to mean that you can lift the world on your shoulders.
Don’t worry if your body is weak, people don’t realize that there are many different kinds of strength, and the strength of muscles is least important.
rowing on a racecourse and all i can think is how angry i am at kyle and i want to feel the burn in my muscles and use them to my fullest potential and break it all down that smooth axpanse of water and feel it to make myself go as fast as i can to feel as if i’m worth something. i want to go harder and beat my mom who doesnt care and be better and prove my worth. ive increased my strength to increase my person but it doesnt help, theres never enough strength
Strength lies in numbers. Strength comes from within. But really. Aren’t those two ideas conflicting. If you are strong as a community how can you be strong as an individual?
They can’t be equal levels. One has to be greater than the other. So where does strength truly lie?
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“I like my coffee strong and black,” she said with a smirk. I wanted to slap her, but one doesn’t slap a prospective employer, especially if one has to make her own coffee weak and tan to make the rent payments.
Strong is a 6 years old girl, which mom has died, but she assumes the responsibility of her siblings, cooking for them and supporting them in everything.
Strong is a mother and friend, which son just passed away 3 weeks ago, but she still manages to show up to her friend’s wedding, and is happy for her.
Strong is the girlfriend who manages to let her boyfriend have a trip overseas to visit family, although she needs his emotional support because she is sad.
Strong is the husband which goes to his wifes grave everyday, to leave a flower and the words “i love you” written on a note – even though she passed away 10 years ago, and he is remarried.
Strong is you who endure things which would make most people give up on life.
Strong is you who still smiles, even aware of all the horrible things that happens in the world.
Everyone can be strong – because strength is withing our hearts.
I believe i am strong, and i don’t show it to people. But deep down i know that i am very week indeed, i can break at any moments when it is way over my head!
Strong is such a strong word indeed.
man. muscles. errmmm brain isn’t working … urmmm arnold schwarzenager??
Strength of people is a very understated topic. When we must, we perform. Sure, some of us will buckle under pressure, but if we’re put in a tough and/or challenging situation often enough, we will eventually come through. Very few people completely fold up. It’s rare that a human being doesn’t adapt and overcome. Pretty amazing when you think about it, isn’t it?
You are strong, your army strong. To be strong, you must have a tough mind you must you must and if you don’t you shall fuss. Fuss is a must but if you are strong then you are tough. To be strong your mind must be above the low, you are on top of the valley not below. You must be in the Himalaya mountains not at the flat lands of yourself.
What does it mean to be strong?
I don’t know, I just want to take naps all day and forget about the world of weakness and strength.
Biblical I wish I could e why do I see a beard why does strong remind me of facial hair? Am I a man, I know I am a man I am man oh man it must be some kind of hormone that produces facial hair. I know sex does. Mhhhhmmmm-call me ;D
STRENGTH. IT COMES IN NUMBERS. MANY TIMES I HAVE HAD TO EEM STRONGER THAN I REALLY AM AND IT HAS STRENGTHENED ME SOME. I DO NOT LIKE IT. SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE TIMES WHEN I HAD TO BE WEAK. THOSE WERE THE DAYS. THOSE WERE THE GOOD TIMES. WHEN I DIDN’T HAVE TO IMPRESS ANYONE ELSE. JUST MYSELF. I LIKED IT BACK THEN. IT WAS EASIER.
None of us know where strength comes from. We fight for it, pray for it, beg for it to come and get us through whatever bleak, hopeless situation befalls us, and then one day we wake up and it has found us. The strength to get up, the strength to move on and finally, the strength to live our lives.
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strong, makes you think of man. but then also marion halcomb from the woman in white. women can be strong,but men don’t seem to like that. why must lesbians be the only ones with this tough exterior image that seems okay by society standards? i want just once for people to admit that they dont’ know what they’re doing and not in their facebook status in reference to homework.
I try to be strong. Sometimes you have to be weak first in order to be your strongest. Why does one desire to be strong in times of hurt, weakness and pain? Possibly it is best for one to let go of such desires and be weak.
She was running out of time. She had to run, and leave her family and everything she knew behind. It was a small sacrifice for her. She had to fight for the good of all mankind, and nothing was going to stop her. Nothing. It was like they said– you’ve got to be strong to survive.
Strength is all that one really needs,
to laugh,
to sing,
to even cry about.
Like the elephant walking be strong,
and stir about.
Now cry and laugh and be free.
just like the world it can overwhelmyou and take you down or it can make you like it and you can be the rock and the hard place that everything must bend or break to either positively or negatviely living through the world makes you strong. it is it’s force that creates dirfferent versions of it strong mind begets strong body causing strong emotions
I marveled at your strength of character. Invisible to the naked-eye, true, but uniquely you.
He was always the strongest troll out there. They all made fun of him, but when it came down to it, he could kill every single one of them with his bare hands. They laughed, but only because they were afraid of him. They were nervous, covered in sweat…Oh god…I need a towel.
My daughter’s strength amazes me. At 8 years old, not a care in the world for how she’s perceived by others. Meaning her peers. She’s much more concerned, and always has been, about playing what she wants, rather than with whom she’s playing.
Carefully, and slowly she places the object on a high shelf, as a way of putting the difficulties out of worry’s reach. She can be strong, she can deal with this. And deal with it again. And one more time. Repeatedly. Strong becomes stronger. Strength grows with muscles, as they get stronger.