Quotes About Strength

I can be a good dragon, when the occasion requires it.

I will kill him." "Erra's eyebrows rose. "You'd have to go through me first." I shrugged. "I have to do something for a warm-up." She laughed softly. "That's the spirit. I do think you might be my favorite niece.

I raised my foot and deliberately stomped on the bridge. This is my foot. I put it down. Deal with it.

The woman stared at the ruined body. Blood dripped from her arm. A fine spray of red covered her face --must've been cast off when she slammed down the cans. She wiped her face with her left forearm and kicked the stalker's corpse with her sneakered foot. Don't mess with Texas.

It depends. If I don't let you in, will you huff and puff and blow my house down? She had no idea. I'm more of a kick the door open and cut everyone inside to ribbons kind of wolf.

Is this you trying to cheer me up?" "What are you . . . going . . . to do about it?" I asked. "Your Wussiness?" He touched his index finger to my forehead. His voice was rough. "Tap. You're out, Ass Kicker.

He would have sex the way other men made war.

Let's talk." I pinned Red to his chair with my stare. I did deranged quite well, when the occasion required.

Sure, I didn't weigh a hundred and ten pounds, but my narrow waist let me bend and I could break a man's neck with my kick.

Like a primitive savage, who sets out to tame the wilderness armed with nothing but a knife and his indomitable will, I will persevere. I will wrestle victory from the greedy jaws of defeat. I shall rise like a bird of prey upon the current of the wind, my talons raised for the kill, and I shall strike true." Oh wow. I hope the inn filmed that.

Curran is the Beast Lord. Tremble.

There are times in life when sugar turns into medicine. This was one of those times.

You were right," she said softly. "I never could've killed them all by myself." "What did you say?" "I said you were right . . ." He gave her a dazzling grin. "One more time, my lady?" "You were right," she told him with a tired smile. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that.

Jim wasn't just a badass. He was a badass who wrote a book for badasses on how to be a badder badass.

It was his eyes. When you looked into them, you saw chained violence baring teeth and claws back at you.

It fires .50 cal at twice the speed of sound. It will hit him before he ever hears the shot." My mother crossed her arms. "I'd like to see him bounce that off his chest.

Also, your father." My eyes snapped open. "What about my father?" Roman blinked. "That was a bona fide snarl." Ascanio nodded, his eyes wide. "Yes, she gets scary sometimes. She's very difficult to work for." "I can imagine.

Is it going to hurt? You bet. Sergeant Major had a lousy bedside manner.

A man had no right to be this fiercely sexual without even trying.

The lion opened his mouth, showing his big teeth. Yes, yes, you're bad. We know, Your Majesty.

You don't do subtle. Your subtle is pulling a kick so you don't kill a man with it, just break his bones.

Curran let our a ragged snarl and punched the other wall. It burst and the entire wreck of the house came down in a fountain of dust. He shook his hand, his knuckles bloody. Bricks are hard, I told him patiently, as if to a child. Don't hit bricks. No, no. Curran picked up a brick and snapped it in half. Idiot

True strength isn't in killing—or ignoring—your opponent, it's in having the will to shield those who need your protection.

How is it that Raphael made more holes in you than in swiss cheese, but your assholeness survived?" "Raphael doesn't have a knife big enough to kill my assholeness.