Quotes About Strength

Sometimes shame is a more powerful engine than rage.

It was harder to let yourself sink if someone else needed you to be their rock.

Nix still held Benny's hand, and her grip tightened to an almost crushing force, grinding his hand bones together. It hurt, but Benny would rather have cut that hand off than take it back at that moment. If it would help Nix through this, he'd give her a pair of pliers and a vise so she could do a proper job.

Even though a lot of people died, a lot of heroes were born. Often it was the most unlikely of people who found within themselves a spark of something greater. It was probably always there, but most people are never tested, and they go through their whole lives without ever knowing that when things are at their worst, they are at their best.

A bite will still hurt, but it won't kill you.

Hell was something the Lost Girl knew. She has lived it all her life.

Evil never dies. It merely waits. And it grows stronger in the dark.

When Tony lost it, it would be up to Ruger to take Lady Death by the tits and giver a good tweak. That's how he saw it. Give Lady Death's tits a good tweak.

We've all had our moments of weakness and failure. All of us. We've all suffered through dark nights of the soul.

I got this," said Nix, raising her bokken.

A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer. –RALPH WALDO EMERSON

I kicked Beaky Nose in the nuts with the toe of my shoe, very, very hard. I have big feet and my shoes have steel toes. This is never good news for the sorry son of a bitch whose balls get in the way of my rage issues.

I don't do martial arts for trophies or for fun. I'm a fighter, and I train to win any fight I'm in. I don't believe in rules and I don't believe in fair fights. You want a fair fight, join a boxing club. I also don't believe in dying for my country. I have a kind of General Patton take on that: I think the other guy should die for his.

I need sonsabitches that can hit hard, hit fast, and hit last .

What is the good of becoming strong if love bares your flesh to the teeth of misfortune? Why risk loving anyone or anything when life is so frail a thing that a strong wind can blow it out of your experience?

I was raised to fight to the end. You never give up, no matter how much it hurts, no matter what stands in your way.

Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect. —RALPH WALDO EMERSON

I'm a monster. We were both born in a furnace, raised by predators, and them vomited out into the world.

He hefted it and winced. "Shit, this thing is heavy." "Thirteen pounds fully loaded," she said. "Don't be a pussy." "I have a bad back." "Really? I thought maybe you had menstrual cramps.

No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it. (1 Corinthians 10:13 NIV)

Of course, weakness is strong. It's the primary impulse. You'd probably prefer to sit in your little room and cry. Live in your finite collection of memories, carefully polishing each one. Half a life set behind glass and pinned to cardboard like a collection of exotic insects. You'd like to live behind that glass, wouldn't you?

When I look up, there are women as far as I can see, standing in the river one behind the other, generations going back to the beginning time, from the very womb of God.

Sometimes you got to lie on the outside to keep your voice loud on the inside. We don't owe the master the truth. He owes us. Nothing comes from the master. He is the thief in the night. He steals it all. And every time we have to say 'yes sir' and 'no sir,' he steals some more. But we can survive it, if we stay loud in here," she said, throwing a fist hard against her breast.

The biggest thing the white man takes from us ain't our bodies. He takes our voices, too. He swallows up our yes's and no's like biscuits. But one day our yes's and no's will be so loud and strong they will lodge in his throat. He will have to spit them out to keep from choking. He will starve. There won't be nothing left of him except the shadows he casts on the deadest night.