Quotes About Strength

The harpy smiles. A harpy's smile is an ugly thing, even seen edge-on. The harpy says, You do not have the power to make me not alone, Desiree.

You'd never break this one. You'd never even bend her. She'd die like Joan of Arc first, and spit blood on you through a smile.

A good thing they didn't know I was traveling with a trio of warrior women. I wouldn't have stood a chance alone.

Anger is an inoculant. It gets your immune system working against bullshit.

All that power they'd squirreled away had needed to be released, focused, channeled.

She rolled her shoulders over a corset that gave her the general appearance of the prow of a battleship, and curled one loose strand around her finger in a gesture that would have been coquettish, were she young.

The collective resources of an authoress, a sorceress, and a wampyr and his valet are not to be underestimated.

What cannot be cured must be endured, and Tristen excelled at enduring.

Chalcedony wasn't built for crying. She didn't have it in her, not unless her tears were cold tapered glass droplets annealed by the inferno heat that had crippled her.

He wanted to close his eyes at the declaration, remembering the heat of a crimson iron close enough to curl his lashes. The hand that did not hold his cane tightened on a bit of silk in his socket, and something pricked him. The enchanted nail Kit had given him, and Will drew strength from it.

Unhelmed by her remote masters, she limped along the beach, dragging one fused limb.

I press my steel hand to my cheek, taking comfort in the coolness of metal.

Fyodor came up behind him, a wolf among wolves, and pressed his body against the boy's narrow back. Vanya moved back, shifting from foot to foot, an anxious whine hovering low in his throat. Ian shivered harder, Keith and Fyodor holding him tight, arms around each other's shoulders, eyes meeting as Ian buried his head in his father's shoulder and folded into the embrace.

A warrior kind of finality fills me with an emotion I almost don't recognize.

Despite his worry, Will straightened his spine and breathed the cold scent of crunching leaves, drank deep of the welcome air of Faerie and let its strength fill him up.

I let the darkness and the cold within show in my eyes.

He clung to flying twigs and underbrush to steady his uncertain descent, his bruised hip aching when he slipped.

She reined her mare in close enough that Gin could lean a shoulder on her to be comforted, and slid her own arm around Kit's waist, seeming not to notice that it took all of his flickering strength of heart not to shy and buck.

Perceval might be light as a ghost made of twigs and wire. But she was Exalt, daughter of Engineers and the House of Conn, and there was machine strength in her blood.

The improvised weapon in his hand, the comfort of his friend at his side were all the strength he needed.

The wall stood firm behind him; his hands flattened on the stones, but they gave him no purchase and less strength.

Tarnished silver-scratch it and it still gleams.

The flesh of her palms broke open on the steel. But that steel yielded and, by inches, the door-thicker than her waist-cracked open. She dropped one arm around Rien and pulled her through and in.

Life is tenacious. Even on the brink of death, it holds the battlements and snarls.