Quotes About Strength

His eyes were blazing and I swear I could smell the testosterone coming off him.

Besides, I did not require heroism--I had been the hero of my own life for some time.

There are people like you and like me. We have bad things happen to us, and we survive them. We are sturdy. But with people like your friend, you must be exceptionally gentle, or they may break.

Isn't that about an orphan?" I asked. I hated those kinds of books. "You can't avoid orphan stories, child. Every story is an orphaned story. Life is an orphan story. We are all orphaned sooner or later." "In my case, sooner." "Yes, in your case, sooner. But you are strong, and God never gives us more than we can bear.

Oh, you don't want to hear all my sad stories. I can't even bear to tell them anymore. Screw the past, right?

Throughout his life, Sam had hated being told to "fight," as if sickness were a character failing.

How did we get through?' Bong Cha had been baffled by Sam's question. 'We got up in the morning.

But even a declawed tiger still has teeth..." -Anya

What suit jacket would say "supportive," "feminist," "unbroken," "optimistic"? What one effing suit jacket could possibly accomplish that?

If their traumas are the most interesting things about them, how do they get over any of it?

Beauty, after all, is almost always a matter of angles and resolve.

designed to be the loudest

How did you ever survive that scandal?" She said, "I refused to be shamed." "How did you do that?" you asked. "When they came at me, I kept coming," she said.

Agradece, agradece, agradece. Es una fuerza muy poderosa, que pone las cosas en perspectiva, es magnética y energetizante.

He felt like a man whose fever had broken, flush with the euphoria of the first, tenuous return of strength—still weak, but buoyant with the hope of an eventual return to wholeness. The sickness in his soul, however, laid a jealous claim on him.

Fear like that stays inside you forever if you don't find a way to get rid of it.

The real hell of this," he told her, "is that you're going to get through it.

Like a starfish, the heart endures its amputation.

The belief that life was hard and often its worst battles were fought in private, that it was possible to walk through fear and come out scorched but still breathing.

On my better days, I could feel free and tough and proud of myself; on the bad ones, I was alone as hell.

Real change, though, is forgiving enough to take a little failure, strong enough to take despair in small doses.

The heart breaks open.

The lessons of those days were so basic: To view other women as allies rather than the competition. To unleash our intelligence, liberate our bodies, assume we were capable of things previously denied or unconsidered.

It's your love," my old friend Pete had said to me years before, when I was trying to leave a lousy relationship. "You get to keep that.