I sometimes give myself admirable advice, but I am incapable of taking it.
None deserve praise for being good who have not the spirit to be bad: goodness, for the most part, is nothing but indolence or weakness of will.
I have the will of a flip-flop.
One who does not rouse themself when it is time to rise, who, though capable, is full of sloth, whose will and thought are weak, that lazy and idle person will never find their way to true knowledge.
I've been trying to get down to the heart of the matter but my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to scatter but I think it's about forgiveness... forgiveness, even if you don't love me anymore.
Discontent is want of self-reliance; it is infirmity of will.
He lacks will and purpose, and I greatly fear he has not the power to command.
We have not strength enough to follow our reason so far as it would carry us.
I'm not strong-willed, actually. I'm a complete pushover. I love to be told what to do.
The wavering mind is but a base possession.
Noblest minds are easiest bent.
I see and approve better things, but follow worse.
I see and praise what is better, but follow what is worse.
"Akrasia" [weakness of will] in rational beings is as common as wine in France.
He that always gives way to others will end in having no principles of his own.
To err is human, to forgive supine.
Many a man wins glory for prudence by seeking advice, then seeking advice as to what advice would be best to take, and finally following appetite.
The battle of good and evil reduced to a fat woman standing in front of a chocolate shop, saying, Will I? Won’t I? in pitiful indecision.
She was at that modulating point between indifference and love, at the stage called having a fancy for. It occurs once in the history of the most gigantic passions, and it is a period when they are in the hands of the weakest will.
The mind is but too naturally prone to pleasure, but too easily yielded to dissipation.
I'm a real pushover for animals.
Many of us suffer from temptations from which we have no business to suffer.
Those who are scandalized by a naked body--thinks the Devil--are easy prey: they are already doomed.
If we entertain temptations, soon they begin entertaining us!
How do you say no when a little kid is asking you for ice cream? I know I can't say no to it myself.
