Quotes About Strength

You save yourself or you remain unsaved

I knew my mother's limitations because they formed the marrow of my bones.

She was armed to the teeth for any onslaught of sympathy.

For three nights he hadn't known how to touch my mother or what to say. Before, they had never found themselves broken together. Usually, it was one needing the other but not both needing each other, and so there had been a way, by touching, to borrow the stronger one's strength. And they had never understood, as they did now, what the word horror meant. ~pgs 20-21

between a man and a woman there was always one person who was stronger than the other one. That doesn't mean the weaker one doesn't love the stronger one, she'd pleaded...for my mother what mattered was that as she spoke, she had suddenly identified herself as the weaker one. This revalation sent her reeling. What had she thought all those years but the opposite?

The fine wall of leaden crystal that had protected her heart - somehow numbed her into disbelief - shattered.

Je?eli dadz? ci papier w linie, pisz w poprzek.

She had needed the time to know that this love would not destroy her, and I had, I now knew, given her that time, could give it, for it was what I had in great supply.

When he felt his heart hurt he turned into something stronger than a little boy, and he grew up this way. A heart that flashed from heart to stone, heart to stone.

Try to breathe, he said, and for the first time the only thought in my head after an instruction like that wasn't Fuck you. I breathed.

In many ways I was an independent woman. For years I'd made my own choices, paid my own bills, shoveled my own snow.

At first the lives of women frightened me. They seemed so fragile, so dependent on fathers and husbands and brothers and lovers. Gradually, though, I noticed how supple their lives were beneath the surface. I saw, too, that sooner or later, by choice or by chance most women faced the task of adapting to a future on their own. When at my most optimistic, I thought of it as independence, in darker moods, as survival. Either way, women had to do it.

Life is like that I thought, as I turned the corner to my building. Freedom has its danger as well as its joys. And the sooner we learn to get up after a fall, the better off will be.

I'm pore, I'm black, I may be ugly and can't cook, a voice say to everything listening. But I'm here.

Nobody is as powerful as we make them out to be.

I have fought and kicked and fasted and prayed and cursed and cried myself to the point of existing.

Every time I conjure up a rock, I throw it.

Resistance is the secret of joy!

Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister?

Sofia the kind of woman no matter what she have in her hand she make it look like a weapon.

You got to fight them, Celie, she say. I can't do it for you. You got to fight them for yourself. I don't say nothing. I think bout Nettie, dead. She fight, she run away. What good it do? I don't fight, I stay where I'm told. But I'm alive.

He beat me like he beat the children. Cept he don't never hardly beat them. He say, Celie, git the belt. The children be outside the room peeking through the cracks. It all I can do not to cry. I make myself wood. I say to myself, Celie, you a tree. That's how come I know trees fear man.

You a low down dog is what's wrong. It's time to leave you and enter into the creation. And your dead body just the welcome mat I need.

Women have to summon courage to fulfill dormant dreams.