Quotes About Strength

Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it's those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trails, or fracture by a permanent, damning fault line.

He doesn't beat me," I said irritably. "I'd kill him if he did." "She would. She has a temper. Stubborn, too. But we're working on that, aren't we, Ms. Lane?

Anyone worth knowing breaks once. Once. No shame, no foul if you survive it. You did.

Beautiful women rarely possess sufficient depth of character to survive without their pretty feathers.

A little blood never bothers me.

She loves. And she doesn't know how to pull it back when you have to, because sometimes you sure as feck have to. Got to grab it up with both hands and pull it back before somebody turns into knives and uses it to cut you to pieces.

Sun, moon, and stars, I told him. He inclined his head. Of all the years, this one with you has been my finest. Fire to my ice, Mac. Frost to my flame, Jericho. Forever, we said, and it was a vow far more powerful and binding than any ring or piece of paper.

I hammered him with my fists. He just stood and took it. He didn't suffer graciously, he looked pissed off to no end. But he let me hit him. And he didn't hit me back.

Who says we need the walls back up? You're roaches, we're Raid. We'll get rid of you eventually.

Why did the Lord Master take one look at you and leave? What are you, Barrons?" "The one who will never let you die, and that's more, Ms. Lane, than anyone in your life has ever been able to say to you. More than anyone else can do.

Holy water at my wrists and behind my ears; my version of Eau de Don'tbiteme

I'm his locomotive and he's my shield.

When my faith is getting weak And I feel like giving in You breathe into me again…

A lamb in a city of wolves.

Like is an emotion. Emotions"—he raised a hand, made a fist, clenched it tightly—"are like holding water. You open your hand, there's nothing there. Better to be a weapon than a woman.

I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.

You think you're going to chain me to a wall then stand here and tell me why it's okay that I am the way I am? That because of all the crap folks put me through when I was young it's all right that I turned out like this? Dude, I don't have a problem with how I turned out. I like me.

I'd turn and run but I'm anchored by two dudes that could hold the Titanic during a tsunami.

Hope is a critical thing. Whithout it, we are nothing. Hope shapes will. The will shapes the world.

Life didn't explode in the sunshine and pretty places. Life took the strongest root with a little bit of rain and with a whole lot of shit for fertilizer. Although love could grow in times of peace, it tempered in battle.

I am a kite in a tornado, but I have a long string.

He doesn't get that I'm not interested in a superhero boyfriend. I'm going to be the superhero that can kick his ass from one end of Dublin to the other.

If you weaken, I'll be strong. If you get lost, I'll be your way home. If you despair, I'll bring you joy. I will love you until the end of time.

If I have to chain you to a fucking wall to protect you from your own stupidity, I will! Wrists. Beam. Chained already Barrons. Come up with a new threat.