Quotes About Strength

Mary Kay Andrews

Vulgarity is the crutch of the weak and the ignorant,'" I snapped. "But what the fuck did she know?

Maggy's diagnosis earlier in the year with juvenile onset type 1 diabetes had thrown them

She's got the face of an angel and the soul of a pit bull–piranha hybrid.

Just because I evolved, doesn't mean I am spineless. Just because I am malleable, doesn't mean I am undeserving

When tears come, I breathe deeply and rest. I know I am swimming in a hallowed stream where many have gone before. I am not alone, crazy, or having a nervous breakdown . . . My heart is at work. My soul is awake.

independent working girls out in the world, in pursuit of the kind of adventure that would strengthen, not deplete, us, as we would then be armed with experience.

It is better for the heart to break, than not to break.

As for the body, it is solid and strong and curious and full of detail: it wants to polish itself; it wants to love another body; it is the only vessel in the world that can hold, in a mix of power and sweetness: words, song, gesture, passion, ideas, ingenuity, devotion, merriment, vanity, and virtue.

That time I thought I could not go any closer to grief without dying I went closer, and I did not die.

what I wanted was to be willing to be afraid

And consider, always, every day, the determination of the grass to grow despite the unending obstacles.

The wasp sits on the porch of her paper castle.

I did not come into this world to be comforted. I came, like red bird, to sing. But I'm not red bird, with his head-mop of flame and the red triangle of his mouth full of tongue and whistles, but a woman whose love has vanished, who thinks now, too much, of roots and the dark places where everything is simply holding on.

each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth.

Until I came and saw the water falling, its lace legs and its womanly arms sheeting down, while something howled like thunder, over the rocks, all day and all night - unspooling.

I did not come into this world to be comforted. I came, like a red bird, to sing. But I'm not a red bird, with his head mop of flame and the red triangle of his mouth full of tongue and whistles, but a woman whose love has vanished, who thinks now, too much, of roots and the dark places where everything is simply holding on.

Yet little by little I learned to love my life. Though sometimes I had to run hard— especially from melancholy— not to be held back.

A woman standing in the weeds. A small boat flounders in the deep waves, and what's coming next is coming with its own heave and grace.

And nobody gets out of it, having to swim through the fires to stay in this world.

But if they were only shadow-companions, still they were constant, and powerful, and amazing.

We did not know she was sick, but she has come to the fence, walking like a woman who is balancing a sword inside of her body.

When the thumb of fear lifts, we are so alive.

swayed and stretched, but it was sturdy enough to hold their