I don’t believe anybody really knows how strong they are until they have a chance to test themselves. When I think about all the protests going on, facing people with guns with only the support of others and a sign in your hand, I believe that that is strength in its most essential form. The ability to face the loss of anything.
There is no shame in weakness, because when we’re weak we can count on The One who is strong. Strong enough to pick us up, to not only put us back together when we fall apart, but to change us as well. To make us a little stronger so we can help each other when we fall. So we can encourage each other and carry on. Strong enough to face another day.
Strong is tough. Strong is strong enough to get through. Strong may not be right, but it is strong enough to admit that it is not. Strong is what all of us want to be.
Strong is tough. Strong is strong enough to get through. Strong may not be right, but it is strong enough to admit that it is not. Strong is what i want to be.
He held the papers in his hands as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had been waiting for the test results, but now that he finally had them, he wondered if he was strong enough to read them. He calmly told himself that no matter what the results were, reading them now or later wouldn’t change the outcome. He opened his eyes and unfolded the papers. HIV+ they said plainly. He looked up at the world around him. He knew that life would be much different from here on out.
I am strong. I have the power to do things, to do places, to see things. I have worked hard to be strong. I have been weak, powerless, sad, and empty. I have picked myself up, dusted myself off, and I am better because of it. I am strong because I have been weak.
the strong man fell to his knees as he witnesses his wife and child get hit by a bus. He cannot help but blame himself for getting into a fight with her over dinner. It wasn’t her fault that the waiter burnt his dinner… “Oh why do I have such a short temper!” the man cried out to the heavens, as he holds the lifeless bodies of his family.
I am strong. Filled with confidence and security. I know where I will be in my life, but the constant doubts and lies told from the world, create a negative impact on if I really will succeed.
The world is strong, we stand by our beliefs. Take care of one another, even battle one another, because we know that we love one another. We cannot survive without each other.
I do not often feel this way. Sop many others around me are so brave, and strong. Have such a foundation. Are strong for others, for themselves. And although I strive to be that way, I seem to always fall short. I never learned how to be strong. Dismissing things just came more natural.
Strong like the wind, like a current, like a mountain,
Strong like a predator or the prey
Strong in heart and in muscle
Strong in thought and in emotion
Strong is not just one thing
It is many things
I am strong
the way your arms felt whenever you held me close; now those arms don’t seem as strong to me as they used to; they feel like empty muscle with nothing that stands behind them, which isn’t strength it is weakness, I don’t understand how I thought you were strong and how I thought I was weak for being the adult.
Being strong is being you and never letting anybody change that. It means knowing that what you have to say is important and making your voice heard. Constant will to continue.
I am tired right now, so it’s very hard to think about things to say about the word “strong”. Especially for 60 seconds. I should have started once I had more rest or am not yawning like a bear.
I feel strong most of the time..other times, I put on the facade of being strong…when things feel like they are falling apart, all you can do is smile and suck it up-that’s strength. There is no time to cry.
Oh how I love to feel very strong
and hope I live young yet very long
continuing to sing my song
of how love can be so very strong
Loving you all and loving life
feeling strong not full off strife :) x
Strong is not defined as how fast you can run or how much weight you can hold. It is the ability to think, to act and to protest. It is the ability to change nations, to shape communities, and to start something that can forever mold the future.
There are strong people in the world. Some people are strong in body, while others are strong in mind. But many people are weak, and are only strong in their ability as sheep. To follow those who are strong.
I think instantly of men. And then, when I pause for a minute, I take the time to realize that the women in my life are the strongest and those who have given me the most. Thank Mom, Mimi, Aunt Arlene, Ms. Fishbone, Mrs. Haug, Alicia, Belisa, Devon, Jenn, Meredith, Ingrid, Beth, and my friends, the very best.
true strength is gentle and true gentleness is strength. what has made me strong in life has been living thru those moments where i have felt the weakest. the paradox is that you can’t have one without the other. there are inseparable.
I am stronger without you. I learned how to stand on my own two feet in due time. You are no longer holding me down. Without you I am a better woman. You have no control, you lost this round. I am stronger without you.
Ethan has never been strong. There are times when he wakes up in the morning and looks at Sam and thinks, for him, I’ve got to be strong. But before the day is over he’s calling Johnny or begging for money or asking to go out to dinner, and none of that is so bad, it’s not too miserable for a child, only he’s not a child. He’s nineteen-almost-twenty and he needs to take care of the one he loves or one day they’re just both going to fall over and die.
nobody is really strong, most of us just pretend really well. it can be an very good adjective to use with other traits, like love is strong, the wind is strong, but a person as a hole…it s just hard for me to believe.
a raging wind that knocks me off my feet, has me clinging to a lamp post on the coast road, hardly daring to put my hand out of the bus shelter to stop the bus real danger of falling over the cliff.
I was the strong one to my family, and the weak one to my friends. It took all the strength I had to hold our fragile family together, to comfort their never-ending stream of fears, to stand up to the people who threatened us. I was the man of the house from a young age merely because I was the only one willing to sacrifice herself for the others. I did stupid, dangerous things to protect them. I used so much of my strength. So very much. So much that in front of my friends, I fell to pieces. None of them bothered to help me up, but I didn’t mind. I knew that when I dragged myself back home, I would be able to stand up, dust myself off, and calm my family’s fears. It’s my job to reassure them, it’s my job to make sure they’re paying the bills, buying the necessities, taking their medicine. I have to be strong, if only just for them.
I am strong, i have strong bones.
Its not only the outside that makes someone strong…
its the inside too. Like if you loose someone you love, you are strong enough to keep moving forward.
YA thats allllllllll byeee
loserrrss
we may look at people from the outside and think they are strong. but really, is anyone ‘strong’? well in a sense yes, if they can lift heavy things. we pretend we are all strong yet we are all vulnerable little people who all need someone to lean on to be strong for us
My mother is the strongest person I know, which most men don’t like. Maybe that’s the reason she has had so much trouble finding a spouse. Eventually she settled down with a man, but I can’t help but feel like it’s not her anymore. It’s like her strong is gone.
he is strong and weak at the same time and strong man competitions are stupid and i have a strong appetite i don’t know what that means i’m just singing what i’m writing because i’m stronger than yesterday now there’s nothing but a aslflsamdasndkasnflas my loniliness aint killing me no mooooreee i’mi’mi’m stronger love youhebhgroaaay
I am not strong. not like I used to be anyway. Once I knew how to walk away. It was painless and easy. I was powerful. Strong. Now I wither and whine and cower.
my grandmother was strong. up until the cancer took her, she never lost her faith in God’s plan for her. every trial and tribulation she suffered, she suffered and endured for His glory. this woman will never cease to be my angel, my role model, my . . . i love you, dianna lee ballard. i’ll never forget you.
I’m not strong. You’re not strong. We’re all so weak and fragile. I wish I was strong. Then I could finally prove something. I could finally get something done. i could be better than the rest. If only I was strong.
am i stronger now? that’s a good question. i’ve definitely grown from this, but i don’t know if “strong” would be the right word yet. i’m still trying. it’s hard but i’m still trying. the fact that l. feels like she needs to be strong for me is baffling. i want to help so badly but i can’t figure out how. it feels weird but good, like she’s trying to be better for me. i’m helping in some way, at least. strength is something i need right now, but being able to give it is good too.
My Grandfather, Zelig Preis. Defines the word Strong.
you were so strong. always. i miss that most i think, the way your strength would make everything better. i wish i could be strong like that.
I don’t believe anybody really knows how strong they are until they have a chance to test themselves. When I think about all the protests going on, facing people with guns with only the support of others and a sign in your hand, I believe that that is strength in its most essential form. The ability to face the loss of anything.
There is no shame in weakness, because when we’re weak we can count on The One who is strong. Strong enough to pick us up, to not only put us back together when we fall apart, but to change us as well. To make us a little stronger so we can help each other when we fall. So we can encourage each other and carry on. Strong enough to face another day.
the will to survive. physically capable. holding your head up high. strength through repetition.
Strong is tough. Strong is strong enough to get through. Strong may not be right, but it is strong enough to admit that it is not. Strong is what all of us want to be.
Strong is tough. Strong is strong enough to get through. Strong may not be right, but it is strong enough to admit that it is not. Strong is what i want to be.
Strong is what we call people who stand up for what they believe in, but I’ve never been strong. I don’t have anything to be strong about. That’s sad.
He held the papers in his hands as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had been waiting for the test results, but now that he finally had them, he wondered if he was strong enough to read them. He calmly told himself that no matter what the results were, reading them now or later wouldn’t change the outcome. He opened his eyes and unfolded the papers. HIV+ they said plainly. He looked up at the world around him. He knew that life would be much different from here on out.
I am strong. I have the power to do things, to do places, to see things. I have worked hard to be strong. I have been weak, powerless, sad, and empty. I have picked myself up, dusted myself off, and I am better because of it. I am strong because I have been weak.
the strong man fell to his knees as he witnesses his wife and child get hit by a bus. He cannot help but blame himself for getting into a fight with her over dinner. It wasn’t her fault that the waiter burnt his dinner… “Oh why do I have such a short temper!” the man cried out to the heavens, as he holds the lifeless bodies of his family.
I am strong. Filled with confidence and security. I know where I will be in my life, but the constant doubts and lies told from the world, create a negative impact on if I really will succeed.
The world is strong, we stand by our beliefs. Take care of one another, even battle one another, because we know that we love one another. We cannot survive without each other.
I stared at the barbell, loaded with weights; it mocked me, taunting me with its pressure, hating me and challenging me. I glared, and stalked off.
I do not often feel this way. Sop many others around me are so brave, and strong. Have such a foundation. Are strong for others, for themselves. And although I strive to be that way, I seem to always fall short. I never learned how to be strong. Dismissing things just came more natural.
muscles, body builders
tanning, skin cancer, red, lip stick, make-up, women,
Strong like the wind, like a current, like a mountain,
Strong like a predator or the prey
Strong in heart and in muscle
Strong in thought and in emotion
Strong is not just one thing
It is many things
I am strong
the way your arms felt whenever you held me close; now those arms don’t seem as strong to me as they used to; they feel like empty muscle with nothing that stands behind them, which isn’t strength it is weakness, I don’t understand how I thought you were strong and how I thought I was weak for being the adult.
Being strong is being you and never letting anybody change that. It means knowing that what you have to say is important and making your voice heard. Constant will to continue.
I am tired right now, so it’s very hard to think about things to say about the word “strong”. Especially for 60 seconds. I should have started once I had more rest or am not yawning like a bear.
I feel strong most of the time..other times, I put on the facade of being strong…when things feel like they are falling apart, all you can do is smile and suck it up-that’s strength. There is no time to cry.
Oh how I love to feel very strong
and hope I live young yet very long
continuing to sing my song
of how love can be so very strong
Loving you all and loving life
feeling strong not full off strife :) x
Strong is not defined as how fast you can run or how much weight you can hold. It is the ability to think, to act and to protest. It is the ability to change nations, to shape communities, and to start something that can forever mold the future.
There are strong people in the world. Some people are strong in body, while others are strong in mind. But many people are weak, and are only strong in their ability as sheep. To follow those who are strong.
I think instantly of men. And then, when I pause for a minute, I take the time to realize that the women in my life are the strongest and those who have given me the most. Thank Mom, Mimi, Aunt Arlene, Ms. Fishbone, Mrs. Haug, Alicia, Belisa, Devon, Jenn, Meredith, Ingrid, Beth, and my friends, the very best.
true strength is gentle and true gentleness is strength. what has made me strong in life has been living thru those moments where i have felt the weakest. the paradox is that you can’t have one without the other. there are inseparable.
I am stronger without you. I learned how to stand on my own two feet in due time. You are no longer holding me down. Without you I am a better woman. You have no control, you lost this round. I am stronger without you.
Ethan has never been strong. There are times when he wakes up in the morning and looks at Sam and thinks, for him, I’ve got to be strong. But before the day is over he’s calling Johnny or begging for money or asking to go out to dinner, and none of that is so bad, it’s not too miserable for a child, only he’s not a child. He’s nineteen-almost-twenty and he needs to take care of the one he loves or one day they’re just both going to fall over and die.
nobody is really strong, most of us just pretend really well. it can be an very good adjective to use with other traits, like love is strong, the wind is strong, but a person as a hole…it s just hard for me to believe.
a raging wind that knocks me off my feet, has me clinging to a lamp post on the coast road, hardly daring to put my hand out of the bus shelter to stop the bus real danger of falling over the cliff.
STRONG :now that we know that we exist,let’s cut to the chase.we know that we are…but what are we?
I was the strong one to my family, and the weak one to my friends. It took all the strength I had to hold our fragile family together, to comfort their never-ending stream of fears, to stand up to the people who threatened us. I was the man of the house from a young age merely because I was the only one willing to sacrifice herself for the others. I did stupid, dangerous things to protect them. I used so much of my strength. So very much. So much that in front of my friends, I fell to pieces. None of them bothered to help me up, but I didn’t mind. I knew that when I dragged myself back home, I would be able to stand up, dust myself off, and calm my family’s fears. It’s my job to reassure them, it’s my job to make sure they’re paying the bills, buying the necessities, taking their medicine. I have to be strong, if only just for them.
I am strong, i have strong bones.
Its not only the outside that makes someone strong…
its the inside too. Like if you loose someone you love, you are strong enough to keep moving forward.
YA thats allllllllll byeee
loserrrss
we may look at people from the outside and think they are strong. but really, is anyone ‘strong’? well in a sense yes, if they can lift heavy things. we pretend we are all strong yet we are all vulnerable little people who all need someone to lean on to be strong for us
My mother is the strongest person I know, which most men don’t like. Maybe that’s the reason she has had so much trouble finding a spouse. Eventually she settled down with a man, but I can’t help but feel like it’s not her anymore. It’s like her strong is gone.
he is strong and weak at the same time and strong man competitions are stupid and i have a strong appetite i don’t know what that means i’m just singing what i’m writing because i’m stronger than yesterday now there’s nothing but a aslflsamdasndkasnflas my loniliness aint killing me no mooooreee i’mi’mi’m stronger love youhebhgroaaay
I am not strong. not like I used to be anyway. Once I knew how to walk away. It was painless and easy. I was powerful. Strong. Now I wither and whine and cower.
my grandmother was strong. up until the cancer took her, she never lost her faith in God’s plan for her. every trial and tribulation she suffered, she suffered and endured for His glory. this woman will never cease to be my angel, my role model, my . . . i love you, dianna lee ballard. i’ll never forget you.
i can only imagine. . .
i’ve been strong for years
tiger has this thing
and everybody does,but doesn’t know about it
the more you strong,the more you do
I’m not strong. You’re not strong. We’re all so weak and fragile. I wish I was strong. Then I could finally prove something. I could finally get something done. i could be better than the rest. If only I was strong.
am i stronger now? that’s a good question. i’ve definitely grown from this, but i don’t know if “strong” would be the right word yet. i’m still trying. it’s hard but i’m still trying. the fact that l. feels like she needs to be strong for me is baffling. i want to help so badly but i can’t figure out how. it feels weird but good, like she’s trying to be better for me. i’m helping in some way, at least. strength is something i need right now, but being able to give it is good too.