Quotes About Strength

You look pretty, Abby. Beautiful, in fact." "Thanks. I look full-term and I'm not even close." "You look perfect. Healthy and strong and very pregnant." He grinned at her. "You feel okay?" "Sure," she said. "Fine.

coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave. —Mahatma Gandhi

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If you don't mind me saying so, you look kind of fragile for that kind of work." She laughed and her whole face brightened. "Is that so? Well, this fragile girl has cleaned up a lot of dumps and lifted more than her share of heavy stuff, Your Reverence." He cleared his throat. "It's Noah. Please. I'm not the pope." "I know that," she scoffed. "I was being funny." "Ah. And so you were," he admitted.

It's not like I didn't feel sorry for myself sometimes. I've cried my heart out. Sometimes I cried till I couldn't stand up straight. It's just that I never cried like that in front of anyone." "I

What lies behind us and what lies before us are but tiny matters compared to what lies within us. —Ralph Waldo Emerson

I think at the end of the day, we're all alone, aren't we? We all have to stand on our own no matter how many people surround us. I guess you'll have to be strong. Like you have always had to be.

Thinking of her violation filled him with a kind of rage that had never been visited on him before. Although she was a beautiful woman and strong, his vision kept mixing her up with the vulnerable woman he'd taken on a picnic a couple of months ago. A pretty, young woman who'd just been left by her husband, and was crushed by the betrayal. And what fool would give her up? he thought. It was beyond him. The

Oh, boy, Mike thought. It was going to happen between these two any second, right in the hospital hallway. Mike was a good six feet and pretty strong, but Brad and Jack were both taller, broader, angrier and not a shoulder injury between them. Mike was going to get hammered when they lost it and started pummeling each other. "Yeah,

She liked his gentle side, but only in contrast. She'd been forced to shoulder so much pain and loss and had had to be tough; she couldn't partner with a man who would take her strength for granted; she needed a man she could lean on sometimes. She had a temper; she was feisty and bossy, sometimes difficult. But she was fair and just with a love that was deep and enduring. She had both a growl and a purr; Paul was committed to bringing out and adoring both.

It turns out the mark of a happy life isn't staying just one step ahead of the grim reaper. It's knowing you're strong.

This crowd of men, each one of them what would be called a man's man, so driven in the masculine pursuits of soldiering, hunting, fishing and the like, loved women, pregnant women especially, and the babies they brought. It was uncanny. And tremendous fun. Doc

Wouldn't a guy feel funny about his girl getting raped? Like maybe not wanting to… You know… Seems like a guy wouldn't want to touch her after that." "Like she was dirty? Come on," he said, laughing. "Don't think like that. When something bad happens to the girl you love, you just love her that much harder." "Really?" "Of course, really." "She

It took a lot to straighten your back like that, hold your head up, be the strength and not the victim.

When driven to the outhouse by sheer urgent need, she carried the big iron skillet. If that beast showed up again, teeth bared, she'd knock him into the middle of next week. She might not be a hunter, but she'd been a damn fine softball player in her day.

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difficult and beautiful.

It can get rugged." "You saying beautiful isn't always easy?" he asked her. She grinned. "I'm not sure that's exactly the message, but I guess so.

It was strange to Mike that he'd first become attracted to a feisty, tough character and now, even though most of the time she was soft-spoken and had trouble maintaining eye contact, his feelings toward her hadn't changed all that much. He would welcome the old Brie back if she could fully recover—but he realized that even if she remained this vulnerable, he was feeling something strong. Something he wasn't going to be able to let go of easily. "Where

scars are much tougher than virgin skin.

Is there any way to keep them from paying for our mistakes?" "Yeah. They'll eventually make enough of their own to take the heat off. Meanwhile, we just have to stay strong and know we are doing the best we can.

I'm the weak one, he thought dismally, and she's the one with the strength of a thousand soldiers.

Her scars were not thistles, they were velvet artwork on her heart. In

my mother—a young woman with a passel of kids and no