Quotes About Leadership

You must first be a king of your own personal kingdom. If you can't lead that kingdom on your own two feet, you can't lead a bigger kingdom

From now on the destiny of the whole world is in Mark Levin's and God's hands.

Hawke," he said. "That's the word you need to be saying.

While Dmitri, as the leader of Raphael's Seven, could not accept such a weakness, the mortal he'd once been, the one who had loved a woman with a wide mouth and eyes of slanted brown . . . that man understood what it was to love so deeply it was a kind of beautiful madness.

I'm doing this for Toby and Marlee, not you." The defiant words were directed at Hawke. The alpha gave her a mock-salute. "Heaven forbid you do anything because I asked you to.

I am the alpha. You follow." His extraordinary eyes held Andromeda's. "Not for always. For this." Andromeda was oddly pleased that he'd clarified his statement. "Until we escape," she agreed.

He really was a very bad leader in that respect—and it was why his Arrows gave him their unswerving dedication. All of them rejects from the world, from their families. No one else had ever come for them, ever would. Silence or not, it mattered that Aden would.

Sophia got up, taking one last look at the extraordinary daughter Councilor Nikita Duncan had borne.

Because as the moon followed the sun, when Illium ascended to become an archangel, Aodhan would go with him as his second.

I'm a fucking hunter, and I'm the fucking consort to the Archangel of New York.

What he didn't say, because it was too heavy a burden for any man to bear, was that Aden was already a leader who was on his way to greatness. If he didn't lose his way, if he didn't break under the strain, he'd become a man who would be written of in history. To make it, he needed someone to walk with him, to hold him when things became too hard, and to fight for his right to his own happiness. Aden needed love more than anyone Walker had ever met.

His Starlight should've been in bed, resting. Instead, she was here, fighting to clean up a mess of violence, fighting to save lives. Because she was Silver Fucking Mercant, and she was as tough as any bear in StoneWater. Including its alpha.

Judd gave the others hope," Aden said quietly. "You make them believe in that hope.

Aodhan was the one who answered, voice quiet but words potent. "If Raphael were to perish, the Seven divided, would we not come together should we have a chance to avenge his death?

You'll take her with you." Naasir looked up at Raphael. Blinked. Then snarled. "I can't be dragging around a historian. They break.

Rising above the squadrons, so he was visible to all, he raised his arm and his sword. "This is our land," he said, augmenting his voice so it'd reach every man and woman, mortal and immortal, who'd fight this day. "We will not be intimidated, and we will not surrender. We did not begin this war, but we will end it!" A roar shook the world, arms and voices raised in solidarity.

Such a mistake would've crushed me had I thought myself perfect and held myself up to some great standard of alphahood. Instead, I accepted that I can't see into the heart of every wolf, and I did all I could to fix the resulting damage.

Yeah, what the hell. We can be remedial alphas together.

Bridges are built over thin air. Someone must lay the first plank, the first brick, take the risk.

My men and women are loyal and will fight to the bloody end," he said, his broad shoulders holding the weight of a staggering number of lives, "but I'm afraid I am about to lead them into certain death.

If all the strong ones leave, then the Council will be completely without limits. I am precisely where I need to be.

In a world of those who follow the rules without deviation those who innovate even in the shadows, will rule. Never be a carbon copy." -Ena

That's what happens when the rot comes from the top. People turn into mindless sheep.

A civil war that has awakened a whispering understanding in the populace about the ugly irony of Silence: in creating a society that rewards lack of emotion, the Psy have created fertile ground for the rise of psychopathic personalities to the leadership of their race. An individual who feels nothing is, after all, the perfect graduate of Silence. Ruthless. Cold-blooded. Without mercy . . . without conscience.