Quotes About Strength

This was the part where Charlotte, heroine, remembered she was a twenty-first-century woman and a mother. This was Charlotte saying, Hell no!

giving into despair was like eating poisonous berries to keep from feeling hungry.

I'll be lucky if I can do as well as you when all this's done, just a bit out of breath, a bit bruised and scratched, a bit wiser and sadder for it all.

even if things were broken right now. Sometimes it was the cracks that let the light in.

Hope had been that thing with burnt feathers buried in her soul, but now it was waking up, stretching, beating fresh wings in the ashes.

It's good to cry a bit, 'cause that helps us get through the rough parts. And the winter is though, there's no doubt. But we just hang on until spring when that ache will be all but swallowed up.

Courage is not fearlessness.

For you when you're feeling lonely and worried so you'll remember that you're not alone.

I should be used to it. But right now I'd like all my troubles to stand in front of me in a straight line, and one by one I'd give each a black eye.

If the world looks too big, I'll hold you that much tighter If the breeze feels too chill, I'll make the fire hotter If the storm booms too loud, I'll sing to you still louder I'll always keep you safe, my tiny, precious daughter

I didn't raise you I be good and weak. I raised you to be powerful and happy.

Whenever I get bird meat, I like to eat it in the open, let the falcons and hawks see who the boss is. Me. I'm the boss.

I don't want a daughter named after a stone," she had said, choosing instead to name her Miri after the flower that conquered rock and climbed to face the sun.

Hunter and his father leaped into Huntsman Defense Stance—ax in one hand, the other hand held out, knees slightly bent, hair tossed by the breeze. They stood back-to-back, turning, listening to determine direction.

The god of creation broke me from stone The mountain's the only ma I've known My pa is the blue sky sheltering me So stone I am and stone I'll be

That swindler, he tricked my ma and got away with it too. But he didn't even slow her down. It's good to cry a bit,'cause that helps us get through the rough parts. And the winter is tough, there's no doubt. But we just hang on until spring when that ache will be all but swallowed up.

He raised his bowl of milk tea. "Let's drink to stubborn mothers.

To keep telling my story seems like the last bit of living I can still do. I feel like a dragonfly clinging to a grass blade in a windstorm, but I can't just let go. I can't. I stare at the candle, how the flame shivers and bends when the wick is too long. The light is small and unsteady, but unless it's snuffed out, it'll keep burning for as long as the wick runs.

Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.

Right now I'd like all my troubles to stand in front of me in a straight line, and one by one I'd give each a black eye.

There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.

If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.

A person can do incredible things if he or she has enough hope.

If you hurt her I'll make you pay. I may be old, but that doesn't mean I can't make you suffer." "Damn right. You've got the AARP on your side.