Quotes About Strength

As our eyes met, I thought again of that long-ago afternoon in the courthouse. When faced with the scariest of the things, all you want is to turn away, hide in your own invisible place. But you can't. That's why it's not only important for us to be seen, but to have someone to look for us, as well.

Nobody seemed to understand that the only person I could count on not to bring up my dad, not to feel sorry for me, or make The Face -other than my mother- was me.

When faced with the scariest of things, all you want is to turn away, hide in your own invisible place. But you can't. That's why it's not only important for us to be seen, but to have someone to look for us, as well.

accepting help doesn't have to mean giving up control

That racing of my heart, the flushing of my face I was feeling: it was what happened when you got hurt, true, but also when you got back up and went on.

It was a feeling I'd woken up with one morning, a kind of whirring in my ears and an instability to the world, like things were coming to a head. I faced myself in the bathroom mirror and looked into my eyes, wondering if I would see something new in them, something crackling and different. I felt strong, as if every muscle in my body was taut and lean, not creaky and bony anymore.

You would be surprised by the strength of a desperate man.

She has always felt safe inside his arms, this beautiful, powerful elder brother, whom so many fear but who has always been as tender as a lover with her.

Sometimes it is useful to fear something too much, for it makes the real thing quite bearable.

How do ugly men make their way through life? He thinks of Michelotto. When he walks down the street men take half a step back from him. But he, Cesare, wields a different power. His face has always been his first weapon. Look at me, it says. I am what you see: easy on the eye, strong to the taste, a man with substance, someone to admire, for how can beauty this natural lie?

Say each cue word clearly, in a strong but nonthreatening voice.

We both know how to hide our sharpest parts, I just don't always recognize my own weaponry.

You are not made of metaphors, Not apologies, not excuses.

It does not matter how long we have been kept in cages. It does not matter how strong your gravity is. We were always meant to fly.

Getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.

If he leaves you with a car alarm heart, you learn to sing along.

Let the statues crumble. You have always been the place.

You are a woman. Skin and bones. Veins and nerves. Hair and sweat. You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies. Not excuses.

This life will hit you--hard. In the face! It'll wait for you to get back up, just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you, is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.

You'll never know what your mother went through.

Only a fire can teach you what survives a fire. No, it teaches you what can survive that fire.

and the Buck women found themselves in the novel position of having two healthy, strong men at their bidding.

Ever after she lived alongside the knowledge that nothing on this earth could protect her completely.

She had kept her sadness so carefully lidded these last two days that it had thickened into a stock so rich she could smell the salt before she tasted it. Caroline's throat narrowed so she could scarcely draw breath. Only a long thin note, too high to hear, seeped steadily through to warm the roof of her mouth.