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If someone is strong enough to bring you down, show them you are strong enough to get up.
We don't forgive people because we are weak. We forgive people because we are strong enough to know that we all make mistakes and that it's not our place to judge them.
Happiness is an attitude. We either make ourselves miserable, or happy and strong. The amount of work is the same. ~Carlos Castaneda
I won't tell you that defeat is a part of life. I won't tell you that there are people who have never been defeated.They are the ones who never fought. They managed to avoid scars. I will tell you this: Defeat is for the brave! The one who falls and gets up is so much stronger than the one who never fell.
by Mr. Never give up
Whatever life gives you, even if it hurts, just be strong and act like you're okay. Strong walls shake, but never collapse. ~unknown
I really have a lot of respect and admiration for people who have gone through so much difficulties, and yet their sense of humor is untouched by adversity. They continue to insist on living a dignified life.
by Dodinsky — In the Garden of Thoughts
You have to get hurt. That’s how you learn. The strongest people out there, the ones who laugh the hardest with a genuine smile, those are the people who have fought the toughest battles. Because they’ve decided that they’re not going to let anything hold them down, they’re showing the world who’s the boss.
Author : unknown
I think the reason I miss the people in my life who hurt me, is because they were the ones who made me stronger. They helped me learn how to fight for myself. And somewhere along those times, I learned to harness my pain, and turn it into art.
No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you. That someone will take all that you are, and rip it into pieces and they wont even watch where the pieces land. But through the breakdown, you'll learn that you're strong, and no matter how hard they destroy you, that you can conquer anything. ~unknown
You think women are weak? Women are forged of iron. My body, it has bled and blazed and broken, and yet it beats on. I am iron. A little rusted, perhaps, but still I endure.
Poetry by 77 year old grandma