Quotes About Strength

Anyone who deliberately makes someone else feel less, feel helpless? That person is a coward. They're the weak ones, the shameful ones. What

I don't remember, and I don't want to remember. I've been a victim, and once you have, you need to do whatever it takes not to be one again

He may have gotten spanked by a barbecue grill, but on a desk unit, he was a king.

Okay." Mavis nodded decisively. "Then you tear it down. You don't take no for an answer. You nag and you pick and you stick until it pops out of him. Whatever it is. Girls are good at this, Dallas." "I'm not good at being a girl." "Sure you are. You're your own kind of girl. Think of it as kicking his ass until he cracks.

Traffic was a bitch, but, then again, Eve thought, so was she.

She strode away, steeling both her heart and her belly against the hurt. It wasn't just the body, she thought, that could shatter. And it wasn't only fists and pipes and bats that could shatter it.

It's engineering, man. Something might look bright and shiny on the outside, but the structure's what counts.

Just lean on me, Lieutenant." McNab wrapped an arm around her waist. "You try to cop a feel, I can still put you down." "Whatever your condition, Dallas, you still scare me." "Aw." Touched, she slung an arm around his shoulders. "That's so sweet.

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, occasionally mean as a badger, and more generous than you'll admit.

I'm not strong." "You're wrong," Eve said as she rose. "You came here, you asked to help someone who needs help. You're no weak sister, Mrs. Patrick, and he can't make you one.

Jeez. Okay, okay, sorry I jumped on you. I'm a little tense. Would you tell me, since you're so brave and strong and smart, how you know this is the source?

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." "Who

She needed, he knew, the human touch. His touch. It humbled him that she found strength there. That what they found in each other steadied them both. Soft here, and tender, to reaffirm who they were, what they'd beaten back. And would always beat back together.

Eve. He took both her hands, brought them to his lips. He wanted to gather her up, cover her in something soft, something beautiful. He wanted to hold her until every horrid memory was washed away. What you are is a miracle.

The rage worked under her cheer. It was always there, whispering to her. But she could control it. She'd controlled it for years. Because she was smart, smarter than all of them.

Full-out guts. That's what I first admired about you. Now it terrifies me." For the first time she moved to him, laid a hand on his cheek. Almost as soon as she had, she dropped her hand and stepped back again, embarrassed. "I've been a cop for ten years, Roarke, never had more than some bumps and bruises. Don't worry about it." "I think you're going to have to get used to having someone worry about you, Eve.

You have power over a powerful man. His love for you gives you the power, though I suspect there are times the two of you fight like cats.

She now had a small army of cops to—if they actually found the bastard—take down one man. But she understood the sentiment, and the need. You came for one, you came for all.

It's engineering, man. Something might look bright and shiny on the outside, but the structure's what counts.

A dog who'd been kicked often enough knew to stay down.

the ground—she was a little thing, barely a hundred pounds—until the lack of oxygen had her going limp.

My love for you is a fearsome thing, Dallas. - Roarke

Was there anything more astounding or more frightening to a man, he wondered, than a strong woman in tears?

a hundred-eighty pounds of dead weight—all muscle—to