Quotes About Strength

buffeting her fur

know that the pain is fresh and strong in this moment, but when you return to Bella and your litter, you should remember this day—not as the day you lost a pup, but the day you were given two.

I'll be loyal to my Clan as long as I have breath enough to fight.

Small warrior, many dangers there are in a world when you are blind and deaf. But eyes and ears you have still. Use them as your Clanmates do. Weaker than them you will never be.

Bramblestar will need something to eat if he's to recover from this . . . whatever it is

I know, Fireheart. You've always been loyal, not like those others." As if the strength of her fury had exhausted her, she limped back to her bedding.

next words.

These will give our warriors strength," he told her. "Each cat will eat some before the battle." "Do you have anything for bravery?" Featherwhisker brushed his tail along her spine. "Bravery will come from your heart," he promised. "You were born a warrior, and StarClan will be with you.

Ambition gripped Brambleclaw like an eagle's talons. Hard as it was to admit it, he knew that he wanted to be deputy, and then leader, of his Clan. Was this what Tigerstar had felt? he wondered.

It's kill or be killed, hunt or starve. There's no room for weakness.

I give you a life for strength. This is the time you and your Clan will stand or fall. You need to be stronger than ever.

ShadowClan will do what we always do, he told himself. We'll survive.

After the sharp-eyed jay and the roaring lion, peace will come on dove's gentle wing.

Are you okay?" Crowfeather asked. Breezepelt's throat was bleeding, but not too badly; it looked as if the stoat's fangs hadn't sunk in very deep. "Fine," Breezepelt replied. "You?" Crowfeather nodded. "Let's go and kill some stoats!" Breezepelt instantly leaped into the battle, but Crowfeather paused a moment to take in what was happening.

With this life I give you courage," Lionheart murmured. "Use it well in defense of your Clan.

How is it possible for me to be so miserable and embarrassed and humiliated and beaten and still function, still talk and smile and concentrate?

If a weakly mortal is to do anything in the world besides eat the bread thereof, there must be a determined subordination of the whole nature to the one aim no trifling with time, which is passing, with strength which is only too limited.

When the ball that was my heart ws broken,... laughter fell out".

When the bowl broke, that was my heart, laughter fell out.

It takes all the strength of my spirit to transform my executioners into animals, not to leave the slightest opening, to discuss nothing, not even Pelé . Which is impossible, I never met anyone who couldn't. And that is how along with fear, shame takes its hold.

Taking back power doesn't necessarily mean that power has to be taken away from someone else; there is enough for all.

Are you defending Marcie?" He shook his head. I don't need to. She handled herself. You, on the other hand…" I pointed at the door. Out.

Becca Fitzpatrick

Your body doesn't carry you up there. Your mind does. Your body is exhausted hours before you reach the top; it is only through will and focus and drive that you continue to move. If you lose that focus, your body is a dead, worthless thing beneath you.