Quotes About Strength

The color of defeat chokes her pupils, even though her nod and smile and uncomfortable sitting motion on the couch indicate that she is not finished yet. She will carry on, like all of us. Smile stubborn. Smile with instinct, then lick your wounds in the darkest of corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and remember them.

Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one than people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving.

There is death. Making his way through all of it. On the surface: unflappable, unwavering. Below: unnerved, untied, and undone.

Und seid versichert, diese Frau hatte tatsächlich ein Herz, und zwar ein größeres, als die meisten Leute vermutet hätten. Da war eine Menge drin, aufgestapelt, meterhoch auf verborgenen Regalen.

So ein Typ war er. Ruben Wolf. Wenn er am Leben war, war er okay.

She was holding desperately on to the words that had saved her life.

no corrían tiempos para abandonarse a la esperanza, aunque casi pudiera tocarla.

When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist on his face.

Henry Street.

saumensching:

That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable.

She could have shot herself, scratched herself, or indulged in other forms of self-mutilation, but she chose what she probably felt was the weakest option—to at least endure the discomfort of the weather.

It's the story of one of those perpetual survivors—an expert at being left behind.

Stars of David were plastered to their shirts, and misery was attached to them as if assigned. "Don't forget your misery …

I did it because you are the epitome of ordinariness, Ed. And if a guy like you can stand up and do what you did for all those people, well, maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of. Maybe even I can...

Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. The girl knew from the outset that Hans Hubermann would always appear midscream, and he would not leave.

She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life.

When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist on his face." Personally

E o riso dele? Er aalgo absolutamente dominador. Ninguém tinha a menor chance diante dele

Sola como estaba, carecía de la disciplina necesaria para mantenerse convenientemente alejada.

If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.

I'm still standing here. Okay, it's a crummy front porch I stand on, cracked to shithouse, and who am I to say that the world isn't the same?

Her knuckles and fingernails were so frighteningly tough, despite their smallness. You Saukerl. Her voice, too, was able to scratch him.

sintió que su cuerpo se arrugaba y se hacía una pelota, como una página llena de tachones arrojada a la papelera. Como basura. Sin embargo, día tras día conseguía estirarse y alisarse, indignado y agradecido. Destrozado, pero no hecho pedazos.