Quotes About Strength

When you've been really beaten, you realize that you are just an envelope of skin, an easily penetrated envelope that holds together a lot of fluids and some rigid structures, which in their turn can simply be broken and invaded.

The average woman would not be pondering how fast her date could kill her, but I'll never be an average woman.

You can hold on to me for as long as you want. Let go of the pain, Sookie. - Eric, Club dead.

I held on to my better nature by my fingernails but I held on.

Something always turns up. It always seems darkest before the dawn. When God closes a door he opens a window. All things happen for a reason. Into every life a little rain must fall. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger.

You, on the other hand, are a sweet little éclair on the outside and a pit bull on the inside.

Half of me (pathetically) wanted to let him know I'd kept the faith; half of me wanted to get in the toolshed and sharpen me some stakes.

But I also knew that if he turned away from me at this moment, somehow I would survive that, and I would find a way to flourish like the yard that still bloomed and grew around my family home. I'm Sookie Stackhouse. I belong here.

If weeds could flourish with such vigor, may I could, too.

Well, screw him. I'd tried my best.

It was my own grief. I could feel it fading away into something I simply accepted, because that's the way I am. I knew I'd feel better. It was living until then that was hard.

He was as tenacious as a pit bull, but with half the brain power and none of the looks.

Was I a cold woman? I could never see myself as cold; self protective, maybe, but not cold. It seemed to me that underneath the surface, I was always on fire.

Charlaine Harris

Eric will survive your absence,(…) but you may not survive your presence.

suck failure, fur face!

Something about putting on my underwear makes me feel more capable.

You're like a rose blooming in an untended garden.

You have to live well to defeat whoever's doing this to you," I said. "You can't let them win.

My grandmother always told me women could do whatever they had to do, and once again, she was right.

Jane looked sweet and fragile as aged lace, but after thirty years of school children she was tough as a marine sergeant.

You're doing so good, I told myself. I'm so proud of you. You just have to get through this. You can go home in fifteen minutes. I wondered how many women had given themselves the same lecture: the girl who'd held her head up at a dance where her date was paying attention to another classmate; the woman who'd been passed by for promotion at her job; the woman who had listened to a dire diagnosis and yet kept her face together.

We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose.

I know that pain is the one nobility / upon which Hell itself cannot encroach