Quotes About Strength

Self-pity is wasted emotion. It merely prolongs whatever trauma you suffered by keeping it alive in your head. Dude, you survived it. Move on.

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.

Accept that you're outgunned? Stay on the floor and don't even try to fight? What kind of life is that?

Hope is a critical thing. Without it, we are nothing. Hope shapes the will. The will shapes the world.

I feel stronger in the chapel. Here, the divine defies the devil at our door. Faith is an unquenchable flame in my heart.

I can either give in to fear and give up—or refuse to let it touch me and go on.

I'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you.

Sometimes when all hell's breaking loose the only thing to do is to break more hell loose.

When we're kids," Dancer said, "we're made of steel. And we think we're invincible but stuff happens and that steel gets stretched and pulled and twisted into impossible shapes. Most people are torn apart by the time they're married and have kids of their own. But some people, the few, figure out how to let that steel heat and bend. And in all the places other people break, they get stronger.

I'm not afraid of Hell. I lived there once. And if I have to go back again, I'll swagger through those gates with fire in my blood and war in my heart. And I'll. Take. No. Prisoners.

She's brilliant and kind and has the heart of a warrior but she doesn't have ice and razor blades inside where your soul is supposed to be. She loves. And she doesn't know how to take 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 it into knives and uses it to cut you to pieces.

I will never again permit myself to forget that isolation is the first step to defeat.

She had an inner fire that begged provoking, just for the pleasure of watching it burn. Right.

Flames of another kind. Hellfire. You will believe you canna possibly endure the agony.

A gondolat ereje sokkal nagyobb, mint azt az emberek többsége hinné.

I don't know what I can and can't do, Cruce, but I will learn, and quickly, and if you make me learn the hard way, I'll turn every bit of it against you. I can be the sheepdog that walks at your side, or I can be the wolf you don't want living in your backyard. The powerful, hungry, savage, and pissed-off wolf, and I promise you, I will delight in destroying your backyard. I have a long memory and few scruples left. It's your call, babe.

Through the annals of history, women have paid a price for protection. One day, I won't have to.

You look like a pretty, soft, breakable Barbie. You fuck like a monster.

Kid, you just never give up." "I'm like, alive. How could I?

Strong enough that I was no longer afraid to be gentle. Powerful enough that I could be vulnerable. Scarred enough that I could understand and

Jillian gave him the most dazzling smile she could muster and placed her fist to her heart. "And the daughter wed the lion king," she said clearly.

Strength wasn't about being able to do everything alone. Strength was knowing when to ask for help and not being too proud to do it.

They may have stolen my past, but I'll never let them take my future

Life took the strongest root with a little bit of rain and a whole lot of shit for fertilizer.