Quotes About Strength

Margaret Peterson Haddix

Nina's wrists and ankles were rubbed raw from the handcuffs and ankle cuffs that chained her to the wall. The skin had been whipped from her back; even the slightest touch of her shirt against her spine sent pain shrieking through her body. One of her eyes seemed to be swollen shut from the beating.

Do not enter with defeat in your heart for that is the first victory of evil.

Be the hero of your own life. Don't let somebody else play that role. (Vasu)

every man had to walk through a dark, starless night and, when he faced the morning, he'd be better for it.

Puny human body, my ass!

reach out your hand, and it will touch the hand of someone reaching out to you, and—together—you will find the strength and hope you need to go on.

Est solarus Oth Mithas

Be the hero of your own life. Don't let someone else play that role." "Be the hero of my own life," Alfred repeated softly.

Haplo: 'single, alone.' That is your name and your destiny," said his father, his finger rough and hard on Haplo's chest. "Your mother and I have defeated the odds thrown for us already. Every Gate we pass from now on is a wink at fate. But the time will come when the Labyrinth will claim us, as it claims all except the lucky and the strong. And the lucky and the strong are generally the lonely. Repeat your name.

I didn't ride out of a children's story. I rode out of fire and darkness and blood

When you are Real you don't mind being hurt

As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again.

Don't be afraid anymore. Not of anyone. Not of anything. Nothing. Ever again. Listen to me: not ever again.

Pouvoir, au milieu de la folie, redevenir humaine

We, her children, are heroic, dersperate.

Yes, the heat lacerated the heart. And alone she resisted it, entire, virgin, the envy of the sea.

Ils devraient toujours lire le livre à voix haute et claire, se tenir de toutes leurs forces exempts de toute mémoire de l'avoir jamais lu, dans la conviction de n'en connaître rien, et cela chaque soir.

Michael Richardson's eyes had grown brighter. His face had tightened into the full of maturity. Pain was etched upon it, ancient, primordial pain. The moment they saw him again this way, they knew that nothing—no word, no earthly act of violence-could have the least effect upon the change in Michael Richardson. That it now had to be played out to the bitter end. Michael Richardson's new tale had already begun to take shape.

Erkek dayanamaz ac?ya, hemen al?p baÅŸka birine okutur; ac?y? ba??ndan atmas? gerekir, atadan kalma, beylik d??avurma yollar?ndan, savaÅŸa, vahÅŸete ve ç??l?klara, aç?l?p saç?lan bir söyleme gelip dayanan gayet tan?d?k yollardan, onu silkeleyip atmas? gerekir.

Her mother won't stop her when she tries to make money. The child will say, I asked him for five hundred piastres so that we can go back to France. Her mother will say, Good, that's what we'll need to set ourselves up in Paris, we'll be able to manage, she'll say, with five hundred piastres. The child knows what she's doing is what the mother would have chosen for her to do, if she'd dared, if she'd had the strength, if the pain of her thoughts hadn't been there every day, wearing her out.

Do not mistake me. I am not yet weak enough to yield to fearful imaginings, which are almost as absurd as illusions of hope, and are certainly harder to bear. If I must deceive myself, I should prefer to stay on the side of confidence, for I shall lose no more there and shall suffer less.

and I reminded myself that the reproach of intellectualism is often directed at the most sensitive natures, those most ardently alive, those obliged by their frailty or their excess of strength constantly to resort to the arduous disciplines of the mind.

I'd so rather be a living snack than dead meat.