Quotes About Determination

I knew from the moment I heard you, the moment I saw the gun and realized that this lovely, petite woman was the executioner, that you would never die waiting for me to save you—that you would save yourself.

She was tiny, less than five feet, but somehow didn't seem that small; attitude can make up for inches.

She is one of the bravest people I know, because when she's scared, or nervous, or so uncomfortable that she wants to do anything but what she has to do, she does it anyway. She taught me that you can only truly be brave if you're afraid, that without fear there is no bravery.

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them. "I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to leave. I'll gather everyone up, and we'll leave you and your men alone. I'd put a sign above St. Louis for all the hired thugs, if I could." "What would it say?" I asked. "Here is a bigger motherfucker than you are." Jacob

Sometimes the only thing that keeps you from going mad is stubbornness and need.

Bet I can blow a hole in your chest before you can crush my leg. You wouldn't dare. Why not? I asked. A touch of fear flowed through his eyes. I am the human servant of a council member. Not impressed, I said. Try door number two.

Lead me, really lead me, or get the hell out of my way! -Anita Blake

I killed Haven because he tried to kill Nathaniel, and that is not allowed. For that he had to die, because I looked into his eyes and knew that while he was alive, Nathaniel wasn't safe, and I'd do anything to keep him safe.

Then give your auntie a kiss." What else could I do? I put a light kiss upon those lips, and she slipped her arm through mine, patting my hand as if we were the best of friends. "Come, Meredith, let us go slay our enemies." I

shoved the door open with my left hand and hugged the doorsill. It worked like a charm. My gun was pointing at the bad guy's chest. Except his hands were already in the air, and he was smiling at me. "Don't shoot," he said. "It's Edward." I

I won't be alone with him, Livingston. He'll be alone with me.

It wasn't hard to spot Dolph. Pete McKinnon was standing with them. It was like walking towards two small mountains. Dolph

It is always hard to be tough when you have to look up to see someone's eyes. But I've been short all my life, and practice makes perfect.

I slowed, just a little, one to save energy, and one to let Russell catch up sooner. I took a big breath and prepared. I knew what I wanted to do. But my body had to do it. I couldn't hesitate because my back or my arm or anything else hurt. I risked a glance back, and Russell was almost there, almost on me. I kicked him, full out, straight in the balls.

Hey, Blake, do you really need to step outside?" Zerbrowski took my arm as if to lead me towards the door. "Thanks, but I'm fine." I looked him straight in his baby-browns and lied. He knew I was lying. I wasn't all right, but I'd make it. He released my arm, stepped back, and gave me a mock salute. "I love a tough broad." I smiled before I could stop it. "Go away, Zerbrowski.

We'll think of something." And then I knew the other marshals were too close to talk more, because Edward's face folded into a grin. His face lit with that charm that Ted always seemed to have. If there was an Emmy award for hired killers, Edward would so have won.

If something scares you, no matter how small, you gotta face it because if you start failing on the small stuff eventually you'll fail on the big stuff.

Edward knelt by us, pulling the silver hood off the fire suit. He grinned at me. "Whose the biggest, baddest motherfucking necromancer?" I smiled at him, and said, "This girl." "Damn straight," he said.

I seemed to have only two speeds on problems that hit me emotionally, either putting my fingers in my ears and going la-la-la, or picking up an axe and attacking the issue.

You don't always win your battles, but it's good to know you fought.

I do a hundred sit-ups every morning," Kendra says, reaching for her white-framed sunglasses. "You can join in if you want." "Oh my God !" Paige wails. "A hundred ? I can barely do three !" She grabs a handful of stomach and wobbles it. I am increasingly, reluctantly, impressed with Paige: it takes real courage to wobble your tummy in public.

Her eyes were as hard and bright as stars. Not the pretty sort that poets mooned about, but the kind that made men's destinies.

I don't believe anything's really inevitable until it happens. We just call it inevitable to make ourselves feel better about it, to excuse ourselves for not having done anything.