Quotes About Strength

He was one of those people who in all of their feelings and actions seem to be walking along a steep, downhill slope. They lack the strength to stop for a minute, and with each step, they get more and more carried away. Like all of them, Dmitry took this insufficiency of strength for fervency of character and insuperable storminess of passion.

then a perfectly healthy woman

There aren't as many girl superheroes, but there are cool ones. Banshee, for instance.

He was tall, at least six-two or six-three, dressed in a pair of faded jeans that molded to long, muscular legs, and a worn denim shirt that stretched over shoulders the width of an axe handle. He was lean, no extra flesh, yet his movements spoke of power and physical strength. Whoever he was, he needed a haircut.

Tomorrow you'll do it right, show him just because you're a woman don't mean you can't hold your own." Charity turned. "That's what you'd do, isn't it, Maude?" She laughed. "Honey, that's what I been doin' all my life.

Call?" He eased back a little, cradled her cheek in one of his big, tanned hands. "What is it, baby?" "I think I'm going to cry but I don't want you to think I'm a sissy." He smoothed back her hair, looped it over her ear. "I won't think you're a sissy. You were great up there. Terrific. I wouldn't want to crash my plane with anyone else.

They said love made you strong, but in Louise's opinion it made you weak. It corkscrewed into your heart and you couldn't get it out again, not without ripping your heart to pieces.

No matter how your world falls apart-and honey, that's what happens: we all build ourselves a world, and then it falls apart-but no matter how that happens, you still have the kind heart you've had since you were a child, and that's all that really counts.

It is all stone upon stone, one at a time, relentless as cells. . . . And stone is the DNA of the exterior world.

Like it or not, we were built tough, Because we're woman.

If my life were a book, I would have masking tape holding my hinges together. My pages would be loose, my edges tattered and my boards exposed, the front flyleaf torn and the leather mottled and moth-eaten. I'd have to take myself apart and put myself back together, as any good book restoration expert would do.

but whatever came, she had resolved never again to belong to another than herself.

The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.

The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings.

when I left her to-day, she put her arms around me and felt my shoulder blades, to see if my wings were strong, she said. 'The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.' 

If you hold back for fear of making a mistake you will never accomplish what you must. And with each challenge you will become stronger.

I'm sorry. My dad is dead too. Now climb, young grasshopper, so your kung fu won't be weak.

Love, as we have already discussed, is a powerful, wonderful, ridiculous thing, capable of moving mountains. And spools of thread.

Despereaux marveled at his own bravery. He admired his own defiance. And then, reader, he fainted.

No whimpering, madam! You can't have the joys of motherhood without some of its pangs! Think of your blessings, and don't be a coward!—

A strong man does not need a silent wife.

When you have a full and eager heart in you, you must not go to a man whose heart is empty and weak.

May my heart be kind, my mind fierce, and my spirit brave.

I'm not brave,' Ava replied huskily. 'If you only knew how afraid I really am. Sometimes I think I am afraid of everything.' 'But isn't that what being brave is all about? Being afraid, but doing it anyway?