And he has said to me, My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness. Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may dwell in me. [2 Corinthians 12:9]
— Bible
The weak have one weapon: the errors of those who think they are strong.
The greatest weakness of all is the great fear of appearing weak.
The yielding of the weak is the concession to fear.
Weak souls always set to work at the wrong time.
The weak are the most treacherous of us all. They come to the strong and drain them. They are bottomless. They are insatiable. They are always parched and always bitter. They are everyone's concern and like vampires they suck our life's blood.
The weak are more likely to make the strong weak than the strong are likely to make the weak strong.
Our strength grows out of our weakness.
The weakest spot in any person is where they think themselves to be the wisest.
Man's biological weakness is the condition of human culture.
The weakest and most timorous are the most revengeful and implacable.
Some of our weakness is born in us, some of it comes through education; it is a big question as to which gives us the most trouble.
It is a talent of the weak to persuade themselves that they suffer for something when they suffer from something; that they are showing the way when they are running away; that they see the light when they feel the heat; that they are chosen when they are shunned.
The acknowledgment of our weakness is the first step in repairing our loss.
We are more often treacherous, through weakness than through calculation.
There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.
A woman of mystique is fully aware of her flaws and weaknesses, yet she is strong enough to admit them and not be embarrassed by them.
Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.
Weaklings must lie.
Build up your weaknesses until they become your strong points.
All cruelty springs from weakness.
— Seneca
Union of the weakest develops strength not wisdom. Can all men, together, avenge one of the leaves that have fallen in autumn? But the wise man avenges by building his city in snow.
You cannot run away from weakness; you must some time fight it out or perish; and if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?
She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness.