Nothing is surer than that the people will be weak.
I'm learning that the blessing is located in our poor people, in people who are weak; they are the ones we should stay close to, not because they need us but because we need to receive from them the blessing.
A great country cannot have weak people.
There is nothing more startling in human relations that the strong emotion of weak people.
I only feel sorry for weak people. And mostly what I've come to find is that the weak people are the ones that are the haters.
Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily - weak people, in other words.
Some weak people are so sensible of their weakness as to be able to make a good use of it.
I must admit that I am not generous with weak people. It's not in my nature or in my personality. My parents were not generous with weak people, see?
You can be a control freak only when you have weak people around you.
Someone has to stand up for wimps.
The exclusion of the weak and insignificant, the seemingly useless people, from a Christian community may actually mean the exclusion of Christ; in the poor brother Christ is knocking at the door.
The sobbing of the weak today is the sobbing of the victims of neoliberal policies. They consist of billions of people all over the world.
If ISIS is using social media to track me, that's a dream come true in my book. These guys are a bunch of bullies that just prey on the weak.
