Quotes About Strength

The Outislanders have a word for that courage. Finblead, they call it, the last blood, and they believe that a special fortitude resides in the final blood that remains in any person before they fall. According to tales, only then can one find and use that sort of courage.

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. It wasn't fair. Jek had grown up in the Six Duchies, and claimed this equality as her birthright. Consequently, men usually ceded it to her.

Most of being a woman hurts.

A tower seldom crumbles from the bottom up

Live with it. Many folk have to live with worse. Most of the time you're fine. You're not blind. You're not paralyzed. You've your wits, still. Stop defining yourself by what you can't do. Why don't you consider what you didn't lose?

I have had a father. You were my father, and I will go on without one now. You need not worry for me, Da. In your own way, you have well provided for me.

E o que amastes, aquilo que ambos amastes verdadeiramente, não foi um ao outro. Foi a altura das vossas vidas. Foi a primavera dos vossos anos, e a vida a correr forte em vós, e a guerra à vossa parte e os vossos corpos fortes e perfeitos.

One can ignore pain. But when the body invokes weakness, determination is useless.

E o que amastes, aquilo que ambos amastes verdadeiramente, não foi um ao outro. Foi a altura das vossas vidas. Foi a primavera dos vossos anos, e a vida a correr forte em vós, e a guerra à vossa porta e os vossos corpos fortes e perfeitos.

Sometimes I wonder about that grip. The hand was hard and rough, trapping mine within it. And yet it was warm, and not unkind, as it held mine. Only firm. It did not let me slip on the icy streets, but it did not let me escape my fate, either.

The fight isn't over until you win it, Fitz. That's all you have to remember. No matter what the other man thinks. Or the horse.

To confront finally the worst there is, to look it squarely in the face and say, 'I know you. You have hurt me, almost to death, but still, I live. And I will go on living.

I can see that this hurts you. You should fix it. You can't make it unhappen, but you don't have to carry around what they did to you. Don't give them that power over 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.

She was a tigress. One did not waste snarls on such a creature. You waited until you could snap his spine with a single blow.

Especially then," she replied sweetly. "That's how it's done, Trell. You break your heart against this stony world. You fling yourself at it, on the side of good, and you do not ask the cost.

Battle death to your last breath and even unknown, you are a hero. Whimper your way into darkness and your name will become a taunt of cowardice.

Were there not times when death would have been easier and less painful than life?" His words were shards of ice in my belly, but I am nothing if not stubborn. "Well. And when is that ever not true?

The axe is his weapon." Verity nodded slowly, "And he is mine.

You scared her." "She scares herself. They all do

Some old warriors are like good weapons. Their scars become the patina of experience and wisdom.

In times like these, perhaps a Queen with a knife will give us more heart than a woman who drapes herself in jewels and hides behind walls.

In a softer voice, I added, "And self-pitying tales of woe always bore me

She was a dragon, not a mindless mud salamander.