Quotes About Strength

in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it's time to take down the drapes and make a new dress.

Och, and there's your Scots blood, lass," he said with a faint smile. "A fine bit o' temper too.

You'll never be just anything. A tsunami can never be 'just' a wave.

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.

He might be my wave, but he wasn't my surfboard. Knowledge and usefulness were all that stood between me and the riptide.

Nobody looks good in their darkest hours. But it's those hours that make us what we are.

I was about to look away when he reached across the seat, touched my jaw with his long, strong, beautiful fingers, and caressed my face. Being touched by Jericho Barrons with kindness makes you feel like you must be the most special person in the world. It's like walking up to the biggest, most savage lion in the jungle, lying down, placing your head it its mouth and, rather than taking your life, it licks you and purrs.

At least her anger was empowering. Not that it actually empowered her to do anything, but it was more energizing than despair.

It's just that in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it's time to take down the drapes and make a new dress.

I'm proud of you, son," he said. "I guess it has finally sunk in that it's important to stand up for yourself in this world." Rocky shook his head. "It's more important to stand up for someone who can't stand up for herself," he had answered. Rocky Ryan speaking with his father.

My idea of recreation in those busy years, was to leave the porpoise training for an hour or two, round up a bunch of children, and go play at training the ponies. I don't know where I found the strength.

There's no shame in crying, you know. You've been so strong, my brave girl, but you don't have to be strong now. There's nobody here but you and me, and you've had a hell of a night. Actually, a hell of a few years. Cry all you want.

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her head and raised arm; her dimpled chin barely topped the

When the dizziness subsided, when the waves that buffeted her withdrew, Genevieve was left with one certainty. The tie that bound mothers and daughters was like no other. It was eternal, stronger even than death.

Granana doesn't understand what the big deal is. She didn't cry at Olivia's funeral, and I doubt she even remembers Olivia's name. Granana lost, like, ninety-two million kids in childbirth. All of her brothers died in the war. She survived the Depression by stealing radish bulbs from her neighbors' garden, and fishing the elms for pigeons. Dad likes to remind us of this in a grave voice, as if it explained her jaundiced pitilessness: "Boys. Your grandmother ate pigeons.

Wear your skeleton on the inside out, and keep your insect heart secret.

I swim with all my strength. No superhuman surge, or pony heroics; it's just me at my most desperate.

the gravity of wound to fist

I believe I met my mother there, in the final instant. Not her ghost but some vaster portion of her, her self boundlessly recharged beneath the water. Her courage. In the cave I think she must have lent me some of it, because the strength I felt then was as huge as the sun. The yellow inside you that makes you want to live. I believe that she was the pulse and bloom that forced me toward the surface.

I had been eagerly waiting just such a disaster. Storms, wolves, snakebite, floods-these are the occasions to find out how your father sees you, how strong and necessary he thinks you are.

I wish I could say I gulp pure courage as I run, like those brave little girls you read about in stories, ... But this burst of speed comes from an older adrenaline, some limbic other. Not courage, but a deeper terror. I don't want to be left alone. And I am ready to defend Ossie against whatever monster I encounter, ... and save her for myself.

My oldest daughter was four pounds at birth, and her appearance flooded the earth with an infinite number of horrors and perils, a demonic surge of catastrophic possibilities out of all proportion to the tiny mass in my arms. Love unlids Pandora's box.

You had to really cultivate an ending. To get it to last, you had to kneel and tend to the burial ground, continuously firming your resolution.