Weak Quotes
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When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty.
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To stimulate wildly weak and untrained minds is to play with mighty fires.
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I suppose I have played a lot of put-upon women, but it's never bothered me. They've never been weak – they've always got steel in them.
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Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.
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When you fall in love, you become weak.
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Swollen in head, weak in legs, sharp in tongue but empty in belly.
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I don't drink at lunchtime because I'm very weak at alcohol like most Asians.
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I don’t forgive people because I’m weak, I forgive them because I am strong enough to know people make mistakes.
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Weak men are easily put out of humor. Oil freezes quicker than water.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.
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It is indeed hard for the strong to be just to the weak, but acting justly always has its rewards.
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Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire, Begin it with weak straws.
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The weak are always anxious for justice and equality. The strong pay no heed to either.
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A man with a weak Masculine is especially prone to despise and fear these qualities and may attempt to suppress the more destructive elements of the Feminine force in his partner.
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I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.
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I understand democracy as something that gives the weak the same chance as the strong.
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You can’t make a weak man strong by making a strong man weak.
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That's the era we grew up in. It's weak to go to a psychiatrist.
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The Obama administration has been weak and inconsistent in enforcing immigration laws.
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Resentment is weak and lowers your self-esteem.
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I consider myself a little weak.
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Revenge is for the weak so I have settled my vendettas with all of the kids who made my early life a living hell.
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Father, let me be weak that I might loose my clutch on everything temporal. My life, my reputation, my possessions, Lord, let me loose the tension of the grasping hand. Even, Father, would I lose the love of fondling. How often I have released a grasp only to retain what I prized by 'harmless' longing, the fondling touch. Rather, open my hand to received the nail of Calvary, as Christ's was opened- that I, releasing all, might be released, unleashed from all that binds me now. He thought Heaven, yea, equality with God, not a thing to be clutched at. So let me release my grasp.
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Oh, Vanity of vanities! How wayward the decrees of Fate are; How very weak the very wise, How very small the very great are!
