Heavenly Father knows all about you, your strengths and weaknesses. He knows perfectly who you are, but He also knows who you can become. And with that knowledge, He has placed you here, now — at the exact place and time which you can do the most good with the talents and gifts he has given you.

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character.

Don’t mistake silence for weakness, smart people don’t plan big moves out loud.

I don’t believe being weak should be considered a good thing but… I don’t think stronger always means better. You’ve probably heard of ‘survival of

I wouldn’t open that window if I were you, dear. Calcifer’s too weak right now to protect this place, Suliman’s henchmen could get in.

She ain’t never worried about getting weak, she hit the bleep, me and chinchilla in the Jeep.

Owen Shaw: A street kid, starts out stealing DVD players in East L.A., ends up heisting $100 million in Rio.
Dom: Not bad, huh?
Owen Shaw: It’s a good story, isn’t it? Almost inspiring. See, what I couldn’t fathom is why he’s not relaxing on a beach somewhere with that cute little Brazilian number. Instead, he’s working with a two-bit government hack like Hobbs. And then I realized, he has a weak spot.
Dom: We all got a weak spot.
Owen Shaw: You know, when I was young, my brother always used to say, “Every man has to have a code.” Mine: Precision. A team is nothing but pieces you switch out until you get the job done. It’s efficient. It works. But you? You’re loyal to a fault. Your code is about family. And that’s great in the holidays, but it makes you predictable. And in our line of work, predictable means vulnerable. And that means I can reach out and break you whenever I want.
Dom: At least when I go, I’ll know what it’s for.
Owen Shaw: Well, at least you have a code. Most men don’t. So, I’m going to give you a chance: Take your crew and walk away. That’s the only way you’re going to keep your family safe.
Dom: Your brother never told you never to threaten a man’s family? It’s a pretty stupid thing to do. But I’ll make it simple for you: I walk away when she walks away.

I’ve been blessed with many things in this life: an arm like a damn rocket, a cock like a Burmese python, and the mind of a f**king scientist. So people often ask me, Kenny, what are your weaknesses? Do you have any? I would say that my biggest flaw, my Achilles heel, is my tireless work ethic.

I’m ashamed. I’m dishonest, weak, and dirty.

I have a weakness for you.

Let’s be sweet together. You melt me like chocolate on a hot day.

Your cute smile makes me melt.

I fall for your smile every single time.

America’s greatest strength, and its greatest weakness, is our belief in second chances, our belief that we can always start over, that things can be made better.

The weak fall, but the strong will remain and never go under!

The will of the strong will never be shaken by doubts of the weak.

Only strength can cooperate. Weakness can only beg.

Sometimes you don’t realize your own strength until you come face to face with your greatest weakness.

Do not let situations weaken you. Show the inner lion that roars within.

It is from weakness that people reach for dictators and concentrated government power. Only the strong can be free. And only the productive can be strong.

A weak man is just by accident. A strong but non-violent man is unjust by accident.

Strength, even with flaws, always trumps weakness.

Weak minds make treaties with the passions they cannot overcome, and try to purchase happiness at the expense of principle; but the resolute will of a strong man scorns such means, and struggles nobly with his foe to achieve great deeds.

Every hero is a Samson. The strong man succumbs to the intrigues of the weak and the many; and if in the end he loses all patience he crushes both them and himself.

Even a strong man can succumb to the wiles of a pretty girl with pointy shoes.

None but the weak crave to be better than. Strong men are satisfied with their own strength.

Man is weak. Purpose makes him strong.

A weak man can’t love a strong woman. He won’t know what to do with her.

The ‘morality of compromise’ sounds contradictory. Compromise is usually a sign of weakness, or an admission of defeat. Strong men don’t compromise, it is said, and principles should never be compromised.

A strong man cannot help a weaker unless the weaker is willing to be helped, and even then, the weak man must become strong of himself. He must, by his own efforts, develop the strength which he admires in another. None but himself can alter his condition.

You can’t make a weak man strong by making a strong man weak.

Where the strong man stumbles, the weak man falls.

A strong man can handle a strong woman. A weak man will say she has an attitude problem.

The weak man becomes strong when he has nothing, for then only can he feel the wild, mad thrill of despair.

A true woman loves a strong man because she knows his weaknesses. She protects as much as she is protected.

Every man is actually weak, and apparently strong. To himself, he seems weak; to others, formidable.

Our strength grows out of our weaknesses.

If we live truly, we shall see truly. It is as easy for the strong man to be strong, as it is for the weak to be weak.

It is the weak man who urges compromise – never the strong man.

Better to be a strong man with a weak point, than to be a weak man without a strong point. A diamond with a flaw is more valuable that a brick without a flaw.

Honestly, I’m a weak bitch. My punches are not good. I can run fast, but if I had to hold somebody from falling off a cliff, they’re going to die.

Even if you are not feeling strong right now, just keep your head up because others will be happy to know that you are weak.

It’s easy to betray or violate a loved one. You know all their strengths and weaknesses.

Not for the weak, cause this ain’t no 9 to 5.

After a sleepless night the body gets weaker,
It becomes dear and not yours – and nobody’s.
Just like a seraph you smile to people
And arrows moan in the slow arteries.

After a sleepless night the arms get weaker
And deeply equal to you are the friend and foe.
Smells like Florence in the frost, and in each
Sudden sound is the whole rainbow.

Tenderly light the lips, and the shadow’s golden
Near the sunken eyes. Here the night has sparked
This brilliant likeness – and from the dark night
Only just one thing – the eyes – are growing dark.

Trautman: Hard to believe, John.
Rambo: What’s that, sir?
Trautman: Well, I hate to admit it, but the truth is, I think we’re getting soft.
Rambo: Maybe just a little, sir. Just a little.

You hit like a bitch! C’mon.

I have two moods:
Sleep is for the weak.
I need to sleep for a week.

After a night of insomnia the body gets weaker,
Becomes dear but no one’s — not even your own.

You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.