Quotes About Strength

I've got soul but I'm not a soldier

A sidhe-seer without hope, without an unshakable determination to survive, is a dead sidhe-seer. A sidhe-seer who believes herself outgunned, outmanned, may as well point that doubt straight at her temple, pull the trigger, and blow her own brains out with it. There are really only two positions one can take toward anything in life: hope or fear. Hope strengthens, fear kills.

You didn't have to rip my dress," she said plaintively when he let her breathe. "I love this one. Nellie worked on it for days." "I'm sorry, lass," he said somberly. " Ã¢â'¬â"¢Twas an accident, lass. Sometimes I forget my strength. I mean to be gentle but it doesn't come out that way. Can you forgive me?

as long as you're still capable of suffering you're still capable of joy.

I can either be a victim—or a winner. Fuck victimhood. I don't wear it well; it clashes with my wardrobe.

Don't need your approval," I say irritably. "Don't need anybody's." "Stay that way.

Umut güçlendirir.Korku öldürür.

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

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.

The person who truly lives has precious few moments of safety, learns to thrive in any kind of storm. It's the truth you can stare down stone-cold that makes you what you are. Weak or strong. Live or die. Prove yourself. How much truth can you take

We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our , or fractured by a permanent, damming fault line.

Who are you?" he began quietly. He would continue in a gentle voice until she demonstrated resistance. Then he might roar at her. With a small measure of amusement, he conceded the probability that this lass would roar back.

We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials , or fractured by a permanent, damming fault line.

Like one of them, she's been turned inside out but is still horrifically alive.

Karen Marie Moning

I still possess the True Magic even if I can't use it, and he doesn't.

People are capable of varying degrees of truth. The majority spend their entire lives fabricating an elaborate skein of lies, immersing themselves in the faith of bad faith, doing whatever it takes to feel safe. The person who truly lives has precious few moments of safety, learns to thrive in any kind of storm. It's the truth you can stare down stone-cold that makes you what you are. Weak or strong. Live or Die.

I handled it carefully, aware of my heightened strength. I'd bent the door of the Maybach when I'd shut it too hard. Barrons was still pissed about it. Nobody likes a door-slammer, he'd growled.

He'd told me once that fear was more than a wasted emotion, it was the ultimate set of blinders; that if I couldn't face the truth of my reality, I could never control it, and would be subject to the wishes of anyone whose will was stronger than mine. He knew too well, from battling his own inner monster, what I've come to fathom only here and now. The most critical, defining battles we wage in life, we wage alone. Against ourselves. It

Things never stop going wrong. Life isn't about waiting for peace to arrive, it's about learning to thrive in the midst of war. There's always another one on the way.

When I lived at the abbey, Ro told me I have growing pains and that superheroes have them worse than most people.

Your joy can fill you only as deeply your sorrow has carved you.

Some people wouldn't see a traitor when they looked at me. Some people would see a survivor. Call me anything you like—I sleep fine at night. But you will look at me when you say it.

Karen Marie Moning