Quotes About Strength

But the moment passed and was followed by an urge, a need, a passionate yearning to share the warmth with the one person left for him to love. Aching from the effort, he forced the memory of warmth into the thin, shivering body in his arms. Gabriel stirred. For a moment they both were bathed in warmth and renewed strength as they stood hugging each other in the blinding snow.

Frightened, but determined, and if the time came to be brave, I am quite sure you would be very, very brave.

He knew that he had the remaining hours of night before they would be aware of his escape. So he rode hard, steadily, willing himself not to tire as the minutes and miles passed. There had been no time to receive the memories he and The Giver had counted on, of strength and courage. So he relied on what he had, and hoped it would be enough.

felt. Storm.

I think that is not true," Uncle Henrik said. "I think you are like your mama, and like your papa, and like me. Frightened, but determined, and if the time came to be brave, I am quite sure you would be very, very brave.

Take pride in your pain," her mother had always told her. "You are stronger than those who have none." She

That he had this power frightened him.

You go on. You just go on. There's nothing more to it, and there's no trick to make it easier. You just go on.

I am not a fate worse than death, dammit!

If power was an illusion, wasn't weakness necessarily one also?

Money, power, sex ... and elephants.

The good face pain. But the great? They embrace it.

Miles is... Miles; close to a force of nature, climbing up out of his own pages and escaping subordination to any opinion of mine.

the gods did not desire flawless souls, but great ones. I think that very darkness is where the greatness grows from, as flowers from the soil. I am not sure, in fact, if greatness can bloom without it.

You go on. You just go on. There's nothing more to it, and there's no trick to make it easier. You just go on. What do you find on the other side? When you go on? She shrugged. Your life again. What else?

everyone has their folding-point, Miles. Their mortal vulnerability. Some just keep it in a nonstandard location.

Don't be afraid," she said. "The dead cannot hurt you. They give you no pain, except that of seeing your own death in their faces. And one can face that, I find." Yes, he thought, the good face pain. But the great—they embrace it.

We have what we can hold, dear boy, and never let them see you flinch or falter.

Power is better than revenge. Power is a live thing, by which you reach out to grasp the future. Revenge is a dead thing, reaching out from the past to grasp you.

Pain, like time, is going to come on regardless. Question is, what glorious moments can you win from life in addition to the pain?

Roic said nothing, firmly.

When the man arises who can make you laugh, solemn Ista, angry Ista, iron Ista, then will your heart be healed. You have not prayed for this: it's a guerdon even the gods cannot give you. We are limited to such simples as redemption from your sins.

Then she said, "You go on. You just go on. There's nothing more to it, and there's no trick to make it easier. You just go on." "What do you find on the other side? When you go on?" She shrugged. "Your life again. What else?

But I know you have courage, and I know you have will. The rest is just picking yourself up and ramming into the wall again and again until it falls down. You get a bloody forehead, so what? You can do it, I swear you can.