Quotes About Strength

Live faithfully, fight bravely, and die laughing.

Fear of the thing," Maher murmurs, more to himself than to Omeir, "will be more powerful than the thing itself.

There is pride, too, though - pride that he has done it alone. That his daughter is so curious, so resilient. There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater thing. That's how it feels right now, he thinks, kneeling beside her, rinsing her hair: as though his love for his daughter will outstrip the limits of his body. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane.

But the cracks were splitting, finding power, thickening into chasms.

The despair doesn't last. Marie-Laure is too young and her father is too patient.

Cuando perdí la vista, Werner, la gente me decía que era valiente. Cuando mi padre se marchó, la gente me dijo que era valiente. Pero no se trata de valentía, es que no tengo otra opción. Me despierto y vivo mi vida, ¿acaso no haces tú lo mismo?

Still," he says, "certain things compel people. Pearls, for example, and sinistral shells, shells with a left-handed opening. Even the best scientists feel the urge now and then to put something in a pocket. That something so small could be so beautiful. Worth so much. Only the strongest people can turn away from feelings like that.

Marie-Laure hears Madame Manec: You must never stop believing.

Marie-Laure drops her cane; she begins to cry. Her father lifts her, holds her to his narrow chest. "it's so big," she whispers. "You can do this, Marie." She cannot.

I'm scared, Papa." "Keep hold of me.

That something so small could be so beautiful. Worth so much. Only strongest people can turn away from feelings like that.

Doesn't look like much, does he?" murmurs Frederick. "Hardly a couple of ounces of feathers and bones. But that bird can fly to Africa and back. Powered by bugs and worms and desire." The wagtail hops from twig to twig. Werner rubs his aching eyes. It's just a bird. "Ten thousand years ago," whispers Frederick, "they came through here in the millions. When this place was a garden, one endless garden from end to end.

Aethon," says Olivia. "The fool you were telling us about. In the story? Even though he keeps going the wrong way, keeps getting turned into the wrong thing, he never gives up. He survives." Zeno looks at her, some new understanding seeping into his consciousness.

he could feel his hope wilting.

There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater thing.

weaker moments, he

Frederick can walk for hours in the woods, can identify warblers fifty yards away simply by hearing their song. Frederick hardly every thinks of himself. Frederick is stronger than he is in every imaginable way.

Maybe he needs only to hear a flicker of hope.

beach. Everyone who can must work to strengthen

There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater think.

push back the hood of grief...

The goddess tells the lonely sailor not to be afraid, that it is better to be brave in all things

Only through the hottest fires, whispers the radio, can purification be achieved. Only through the harshest tests can God's chosen rise.

When I lost my sight, Werner, people said I was brave. When my father left, people said I was brave. But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don't you do the same?