Quotes About Strength

But whatever lies beyond…You've helped me remember why it's worth fighting. Living. Even when the lines get so confusing you think you're losing your mind.

She looked up at him. "Carry me. I like it when you carry me." Her body trembled beneath him. "Ask me." "Please." The words came out without hesitation or thought. "Would you carry me?" "Anything you ask for, angel."

My mother warned me about short, determined women," he said at last, clearing his throat. "Said they're are meaner than any other kind.

What type of flavor do you think I prefer?" She cocked her head. "The subtle, the delicately made. You're the type of person who wants the mystery inside the flower bud." I can still appreciate the different nuances of the stronger flavors." He studied the orchid in the center of the table. "With the very delicate, you sculpt something down to such a whisper of form, there's nothing else it can be. It's in strength you find surprises, variation.

Being violent is easy, too easy." He brushed it off. "Holding back, being gentle, restraining your strength when it's not needed, that takes—" "Character," she said. "Loads of it.

I don't need to be babied. I've taken care of myself for a long time." "You need all the babying you can get, angel. And something's bothering you. Are you going to tell me what's going on?" "Go to hell." She slammed down the phone. She tightened her chin and her resolve. "I didn't expect to see you so soon." "I was told to go to hell. My connecting flight was delayed so I thought I'd drop in.

I know, sweetheart. I wish I could take away your fear, but the only way I know to do it is to help you face it. I'd face it for you if I could.

Okay. Let's go to the pool. I'll drop a rock in it and we'll see which one of you sinks faster " "I can rip your heart out of your chest, human" [...] "You already have, My Lady.

emotions. Composing herself the same way she did

Count it, Marcie." She managed to get the first finger out. She was pretty sure she was losing her mind, because she chose her middle finger.

God, he was going to destroy her. But maybe for the first time in her life, she'd found a man worth shattering for.

It was a tough night," Marcus said briefly, another humorless smile crossing his mouth. "But they got what they paid for." "Jesus," Thomas murmured. Marcus slanted a glance at him, and his green eyes were hard, brittle. "Don't think about it, pet. I don't. No one who lives it dwells on this fucking stuff. You just thank God or your own balls for getting yourself through it, pulling yourself up into something better. The day I see pity in your face, I want your fucking ass out of my life.

It was a humbling thought, to realize the weight of the world could not break him, but the loss of her could have.

His body jerked as it trembled, and she recognized the nerves overtaking passion. The uncontrollable shaking came when a sub felt his true vulnerability to a Mistress's will for the first time, an anxiety that came with relinquishing control to someone by some compulsion that defied issues of logic, strength or bindings.

Sometimes shattering is the best excuse to rebuild yourself on a better foundation.

She not only wanted to play with the lion; she wanted to take him home and keep him.

You'll need to take it easy on him, Tyler. He comes off tough as nails, but if you find the way in, he can be hurt. We all can, love. We all can.

She had a formidable will, the will to live when she'd wanted to die, to rule when she'd only wanted to serve.

Even the weak become strong when they are united.

The strong man is strongest when alone.

Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn't roar?

The mountain cannot frighten one who was born on it.

Great souls suffer in silence.

The world belongs to the strong," Harry believed. "It always has and it always will.