Quotes About Strength

How is Baby B doing?" He grinned. "A wolf boy tried to steal her toy at the picnic last week. She chased him down, took the toy away, and beat him bloody with it." "You must be so proud." "Oh, I am.

We don't live in a safe world. I can't give you the white picket fence, and if I did, you'd set it on fire." True. "Only if I ran out of kindling.

I'll stand next to you and look menacing." "No need to stand. You can sit and look menacing." "Thank you, my queen.

Suffer none who would seek to stand on the ground you have chosen.

It didn't matter how powerful you were. Life always found ways to stab you and twist the knife in the wound. Nobody was immune.

Never show a weakness; never show pain. The vulnerable get eaten.

There was more to it than that—my mother's face had feminine gentleness. Mine didn't, at least not when compared to hers. If we were to stand side by side in a room full of people, I wouldn't get a single glance. And if someone had stopped to chat me up, she could've stolen him with a single smile. Pretty . . . Yeah. Nice understatement, Dad. On the other hand, if the same people had to pick one of us to kick a bad guy in the kneecap, I'd get the vote, no problem.

The shirt molded to his shoulders and chest. His biceps stretched the sleeves. He looked strong, and rugged, and rough around the edges. He needed an ax or something, so he could casually swing it while he walked. I tilted my head and just watched.

Curran was right. We would kill them all.

I refuse to be defined by which functions my body can or cannot perform well. Quite frankly, I'm more than the sum of my physical parts. I've come to terms with my new life and achieved personal happiness.

There were times in life when nothing short of spitting fire would do.

Besides, if I'd decided to pull Carver's spine out of his body, I would've done it already." "Can you actually do that?" Curran frowned. "I don't know. I mean theoretically if you broke the spine above the pelvis, you could, but then there are ribs . . . I'll have to try it sometime.

Then get strong. Learn to be bad enough so others don't have to die to keep you safe.

He never stopped being the Beast Lord. He was the man who could dominate thousands of shapeshifters with a single look, and he was also the man who stayed up all night with a child who'd eaten some poisonous herbs in the forest and spent twenty-four hours throwing them up. One couldn't be separated from another. They were all aspects of Curran, and I loved all of him.

Rogan gave him a flat stare. Lesser men would've fled for their life, but Augustine was clearly made of sterner stuff.

I broke my own heart, Leon. He was just the hammer I hit it with.

My mother used to say that family, blood or found, was our salvation. It was the net that caught us when we drowned and gently lifted us up out of the raging waters. She was wise, my mother.

I won't let him hurt you." His voice, so suffused with rage a moment ago, was ice cold now, measured and calm, and the determination in his eyes scared me more than his anger. "I'll kill anyone who tries to end your life. I'll answer any question you ask. I'll pay any price to keep you alive. Let me protect you.

It's a sword made out of your grandmother's bones, Kate.

My lords! I'm not a castle. You don't have to storm me.

The pain gets better with time," I told her. "It always hurts, but it gets better.

My wrists and ankles were bleeding. My knees too—I must've scraped myself trying to draw the circle. So far today I'd seen a woman almost die, I'd shot a person, I'd killed another person with my shockers, I'd been strung up on wires and almost crushed by a car, and now I was bleeding all over the place. If I could, I would punch today right in the face.

He seemed to shrug off the sun's rays.

Ilona Andrews