Quotes About Strength

Fear is easy.  Joy is hard, said Des. Mm.

don't be afraid of troubles, Silver. They're a sign of life.

My mother was a real soldier, too. And I don't think she ever failed to feel another's pain. Not even her enemy's.

The blade left him; a warm gush of liquid spurted from the mouth of his wound after it. Cazaril had hoped to pass out, but he only swayed as pads were clapped to him and held hard fore and aft.

If it ever came down to exerting power by force, it would mean I'd already lost it.

Elena was observing him anxiously. "What's the matter, Miles? You don't look happy. We won!" A true Vor, Miles told himself severely, does not bury his face in his liegewoman's breasts and cry—even if he is at a convenient height for it.

I realize now why I never saw saints, before. The world does not crash upon their wills like waves upon a rock, or part around them like the wake of a ship. Instead they are supple, and swim through the world as silently as fishes.

She was not the first woman he'd met who endured dire pain in disturbing silence

Because that's what family was all about, in her experience. They pulled together in a crisis; it was just too bad about the rest of the time.

It's not the ship that's different. It's the men. Leadership is mostly a power over imagination, and never more so than in combat. The bravest man alone can only be an armed lunatic. The real strength lies in the ability to get others to do your work.

Lois Walfrid Johnson

Leif had a heart of courage. Whenever someone spoke of his steady ways, Bree glanced at Thjodhild. As proud as any mother, she seemed to tuck the words away in her heart.

They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength," he said softly. "They shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint." In that moment Libby's wish during class became a prayer.

Men are taught to apologize for their weaknesses, women for their strengths.

There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye. And the words of that fatal song Come over me like a chill: A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.

When they reached the stairs, he didn't make her climb them herself. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the big bathroom off their bedroom. He didn't speak, his expression didn't soften. But he was hard. His cock was like a poker, steely and hot against her hip. His eyes blazed with lust.

What would I have done if my coya had been captured or killed? My mate, Sharone. The other half of everything I am. What would I have done?

I've never walked the same path other people found comfortable and I'm not going to start now.

She said we can't save everyone, but we can damned sure as hell fight to save those we love. ... She taught me that we can only do our best. You've done your best. ...not beat yourself up because you missed something or someone. It makes you weak.

She was still and silent against his chest, though he knew that indomitable will of hers was still firmly in place. She was the strongest person he had ever known in his life, and he wanted nothing more than to allow her to be weak. And that was the redneck in him, he knew it was. The man who wanted to protect his woman against any and all threats. To be a partner until danger rolled around. But he had chosen a woman who refused to hide from danger.

She had found someone who matched her, a warrior and a shield. A man she could respect; one she could argue with and enjoy. She hadn't wanted to lose that. Hadn't wanted to be alone again.

One hand continued to hold her hands overhead, ensuring the deepening sensation of feminine weakness built inside her. That sense of feminine hunger to be sensually dominated, to lay aside the demand for strength, and in this part of her life, to just belong to a man whose inner strength exceeded hers, whose physical strength overwhelmed hers.

As she had stated earlier, he wasn't an animal. Well, he was, but there was a side of him that was more than instinct as well. There was the strategist, and soon, there would be the seducer. No battle was won purely with a show of strength, he told himself as he left her room, closing the door quietly behind him. Every battle won was done so with the right strategy as well as the proper weapons. He simply had to determine when and where to begin the first skirmish.

You will rage and you will cry and you will ask God why. But you will always find yourself again, and you will never sell your soul to a man who cannot love you. If he cannot love you with all his heart and all his spirit as well, then you are better off without him.