Quotes About Strength

Because your heart will be hammered against him, and your strength will be tempered in his fire.

He thought perhaps it was a woman's way, to come out of such a storm of emotion and pain as if she were a ship emerging onto calm seas. She had seemed, not at peace, but emptied of sorrow. As if she had run out of that particular emotion and no other one arose to take its place.

it's strange, isn't it, how you don't know how big a part of you someone is until they're threatened? And then you think you can't possibly go on if something happens to them, but the most frightening part is that, actually, you will go on, you'll have to go on, with them or without them. There's just no telling what you'll become

Well. Who wouldn't break? I broke. You broke.' 'And we both emerged stronger.' 'We both emerged', I modified his words.

You have a wild young heart. Right now, it is like a caged bird that batters itself against the bars. To struggle harder will only hurt you more. Wait, be patient. Your time will come to fly. And when it does, you must be strong, not bloodied and weary.

Her nakedness was not vulnerability, but armour.

Since then, she had wondered if it were strength or a sort of madness that let her pretend she was normal.

Do not pull back from the pain and imagine that makes you strong. Look at it, you dolt! It is trying to tell you what is wrong so you can fix it.

I was amazed at how strong women were when they were angry.

It was well to impress one's enemies with a show of strength. It was even better to be sure one's friends remembered it as well.

She could be shaped by her past without being trapped by it" p. 283

Make up your mind. Is Death a friend? Then go joyfully to hunt with it, as I did. If it's an enemy, then fight it. But don't sag here like a wounded cow waiting for predators to finish it off. You are not prey, nor I! If we must die, let us die as wolves!

You're not especially strong, or fast, or bright. Don't think you are. But you'll have the stubborness to wear down anyone stronger, or faster, or brighter than yourself.

He felt her dim groping towards him, a plea for companionship and comfort. He didn't want to give it. But he had never been a hard-hearted man. When she invaded his mind, pleading, he had to reach back. 'You are stronger than you know,' he told her. 'Keep moving. Follow the other ones, my copper beauty. Soon there will be better days for you, but for now you must be strong.

you cannot fend off the enemy if you do not have confidence in those who stand behind you.

Stop defining yourself by what you can't do. Why don't you consider what you didn't lose?

She is, Althea thought uneasily, what I pretend to be: a woman who does not let her sex deter her from living as she pleases.

Come, join your kin and lend strength to the weaker ones. Together, together, we journey, back to our beginnings and our endings. Gather, shore-born creatures of the sea, to return to the shores yet again. Bring your dreams of sky and wings; come to share the memories of our lives. Our time is come, our time is come. - She Who Remembers

Young as I was, I still wondered what kind of man this was who, with one leg bandaged, could quell a room full of rough men with a look or a word.

Did you see how she stood and faced them down? I demanded with pride. A most excellent bitch, Nighteyes agreed.

But a wall that will not yield to a battering ram can still be breached by the gentle twining of ivy.

It was not that she was a better-tempered person, she decided detachedly. It was that her anger had learned a terrible patience. What good was wasting words on a petty and tyrannical second mate? He was a little yapping dog. She was a tigress. One did not waste snarls on such a creature. One waited until one could snap his spine with a single blow.

There is something about you, Etta. Something in you that cannot be quenched, by hardship or ill treatment. Your soul gleams like silver beneath a patina of hard use. He is right to love you. Any man would love you.

She had called herself a whore. That was a man's word, a shame-word flung at a woman. But she did not seem ashamed. She wielded the word like a sword, slicing away all his preconceptions of who she was. She had earned her living by her sex, and she did not seem to regret it.