Paulo Coelho Quotes

It was so much easier to be angry. Being angry made him feel strong, even though-- and this contradiction did nothing to diminish his anger-- he was angry only because his position was so weak.

Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. Maybe pretending is how you get brave, I don't know.

Many have never felt strong, but everyone knows what it is to feel weak.

I am a woman who has my extreme vulnerable side and my baggage - and at times I feel extremely weak.

All cruelty springs from weakness.

I've got over so much. Mum wouldn't want anything to come into my life that would make me fragile again.

It is not good to see people who have been pretending strength all their lives lose it even for a minute.

I used to consider myself weak.

It's okay to have moments where you feel weak; you don't always have to be strong.

I'm not tough.

I still go through times when I'm down. I don't feel like I'm that strong woman that people think I am today.

I'm as strong, strong as I can be, but ooh ooh ooh, baby you leave me weak.

The weak can be terrible because they try furiously to appear strong.

To be strong is to understand weakness. To be weak is to have fears. To have fears is to have something precious to you. To have something precious to you is to be strong.

There are those who suffer and grow strong; there are those who suffer and grow weak. This mystery of pain is still for me the saddest of earth's disabilities.

We all pretend to be very strong, and then in a fraction, you can just break down, at least for me.

You are certainly wrong to compare suicide ... with great accomplishments, since it cannot be considered as anything but a weakness. After all, it is easier to die than to endure a harrowing life with fortitude.

At the heart of its strength is a weakness: a lone candle can hold it back. Love is more than a candle, love can ignite the stars.

It's not a bad thing, is it, to be strong in some ways and fragile and vulnerable in others?

Often times I have hated in self-defense; if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.

I use hate as a weapon to defend myself; had I been strong, I would never have needed that kind of weapon.

...Hard people are weak people whom nobody wants, and the strong, caring little whether they are wanted or not, have alone that meekness which the common herd mistake for weakness.

We are strong enough to stand tall tearlessly, we are brave enough to bend to cry, and we are sad enough to know that we must laugh again.

I should try to be strong, but baby, you're the right kind of wrong.