Quotes About Strength

La tenebra non mi avrà mai dichiarò Butch guardando in fondo agli occhi della sua shellan, perché io ho te. Luce della mia vita, Marissa. Ecco cosa sei. Senso

The best of us grieve over the loss but do not dwell on it. Instead we draw from our inner strength to help us move on from our pain.

Inner strength comes from previous suffering. It sounds like an incongruous statement but the reality is this; if you suffer now and survive it, it makes you better able to deal with suffering in the future.

Letting it matter too much. If it matters too much, it can grind you down until you're nothing. I've been nothing. I can't be nothing ever again.

She'd gotten through the entire evening without killing anyone. Lieutenant Eve Dallas, cop to the bone, figured the restraint showed enormous strength of character.

You know, lieutenant, you wear your weapon the way other women wear pearls. It's not a fashion accessory.

If you tried to touch my woman she'd break your dick off like a twig then stick it up your arse.

but even strong women need an arm to lean on now and then. (Anna Whitney in Glory in Death)

Man. God. Roarke. An interesting and flattering lineup.

If somebody doesn't call me a bitch once a day, I figure I'm not doing my job.

How is he in bed? Gladiator or poet? - Hmmm... A poetic gladiator.

Eve (to Roarke): Whatever happened to me back in Dallas, I came out of it. I'm standing here because of it. Maybe I have everything that matters to me, including you, because of it. If that's true, I'd go through it all again. I'd go through every minute of the hell to have you, to have my badge, to have this life.

You are who you are. I know you. You believe that? Yea but-- You're Eve Dallas. You're the love of my life. My heart and Soul. You're a cop, mind and bone. You're a woman of strength and resilience. Stubborn, hardheaded, occassionally mean as a badger, and more generous that you'll admit.

She was singed, bleeding, bruised, and furiously alive.

She raised her eyes to his. They had both come from misery, she thought, and survived it. They had been drawn together through violence and tragedy, and had overcome it. They walked different paths and had found a mutual route. Some things last, she thought. Some ordinary things. Like love.

Sit up, and no whining. I don't whine. Rarely, he agreed. But when you do, you make up for the lack of quantity with quality.

It was the first day in the life of the new lean and mean Peabody. An hour later, she lay on the grubby floor wheezing like the dying. Her quads and hamstrings burned, her glutes wept, and her arms couldn't stop screaming for mama. Never doing this again, she announced. Yes, you are, she corrected. Can't. Dying. Can. Will. Help me, I think I broke my ass. Wimp, pussy. Shut up.

Let me help you. Roarke bent down, lifted Rockman by the lapels. He jerked the man up, steadied him. Look at me, Rockman. Vision clear? Rockman blinked blood out of his eyes. I can see you. Good. Roarke's arm shot up, quick as a bullet, and his fist connected with Rockman's already battered face. Oops, Feeney said mildly, when Rockman crumbled to the floor again.

If you knew her, you'd understand Eve is no one's mark. Regardless, I wouldn't betray her for anything. Or anyone.

It's here, inside me, and it'll bite off pieces when it can. But I can take it because you're there. Because you know how it feels. You're the only one who really knows. And becasue you love me enough to feel it. When you look at me, and I see that, I can take anything.

What you have with her will save her. Just as it saved you.

When I came in and you were sleeping, I thought: There's my soldier, exhausted from her wars." He lifted her hand, kissed her fingers. "Now, I look, and I think: There's my woman, soft and lovely." Her lips curved as he undressed her. "Where do you get this stuff?" "It just comes to me. I've only to look at you, and the world comes to me. You're my life.

He'd tended her wounds, as she had his, and knew she healed well, healed fast. His resilient, hardheaded cop. But there were parts inside that tough, disciplined body that remained fragile—perhaps always would. And those vulnerable places pulled at him to protect, to comfort, to do anything he could to spare her a bruise or blow. The vulnerability undid him even as the strength brought him pride. And the whole of her brought him love beyond the measuring of it.

She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion...