I always thought I was Jeanne d'Arc and Bonaparte. How little one knows oneself.
Charles De GaulleRead
Faced with crisis, the man of character falls back upon himself.
Interpretation
In times of crisis, a person of strong character relies on their own strength and values.
This quote by Charles De Gaulle emphasizes that when faced with difficult situations, individuals who possess true character and integrity turn inward, trusting themselves to navigate the challenges. It highlights the importance of self-reliance and intrinsic strength in times of turmoil, suggesting that one's character is revealed through adversity.
In practice
This quote can be used in a motivational speech to inspire resilience during challenging times.
I always thought I was Jeanne d'Arc and Bonaparte. How little one knows oneself.
Don't ask me who's influenced me. A lion is made up of the lambs he's digested, and I've been reading all my life.
Today we are crushed by the sheer weight of the mechanized forces hurled against us, but we can still look to the future in which even greater mechanized forces will bring us victory. Therein lies the destiny of the world.
The perfection preached in the gospels never yet built an empire. Every man of action has a strong dose of egotism, pride, hardness, and cunning.
One must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day was; one cannot judge life until death.
Soyons fermes, purs et fidèles ; au bout de nos peines, il y a la plus grande gloire du monde, celle des hommes qui n'ont pas cédé. [Let us be firm, pure and faithful; at the end of our sorrow, there is the greatest glory of the world, that of the men who did not give in.]
It's true my father abused me and didn't love and protect me the way he should have, and at times it seemed no one would ever help me and it would never end. But God always had a plan for my life, and He has redeemed me.
Ever since the morning of May 29, 1953, when Tenzing Norgay and I became the first climbers to step onto the summit of Mount Everest, I've been called a great adventurer.
Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave.
Battles are won, not with weapons, but with God. They are won where the way leads to the cross.
There is a certain impertinence in allowing oneself to be burned for an opinion.
I listened, vaguely knowing now that I had committed some awful wrong that I could not undo, that I had uttered words I could not recall even though I ached to nullify them, kill them, turn back time to the moment before I had talked so that I could have another chance to save myself.
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