Quotes About Strength

Sometimes dragon slayers... Were just slayers.

You are the male I might have been. You are the potential I had and lost. You are the honor and the strength and the kindness she needs. You'll take care of her.

Sometimes what we do to survive…is harder than what we do when we die.

You're just too mean to find a grave and lie down"-Tohr to Wrath.

just as children have growing pains as their bodies work to attain maturity, as people's souls deepen and gain resonance it's the same thing. To be challenged, to stretch, to get stronger comes only with the hard stuff—loss, heartache, disappointment.

I just…I love you. Even though I'm broken

Wrath would always come first for him. It was true for all the Brothers. And considering what Wrath had done to the game room, that was not a bad thing.

Sometimes the fact that you were forced to be strong was enough to actually turn you into what you had to be.

Humans are threatened by anything different, and their response is to fight. They're bullies, picking on the weak, cowering from the strong.

Sometimes the fact that you were forced to be strong

But that was the beauty of inner thoughts. No one had to know your weaknesses. And once you'd finished dwelling on them, you could toss them into the mental trash bin they belonged in.

She felt sorry for the female who had been driven to such traits. Who had kept herself apart from all emotions. The female had been born under a curse. The female had done evil and had evil done unto her. The female had hardened herself, her mind and her emotions becoming steel. The female had been wrong about that locking down, that self-containment. It was not a case of strength, as she always told herself. It was strictly survival...

Qhuinn was a male's male. And not just because he was a fighter and had a mate who was a dude. Yeah

She ran over the frost-laden grass in her bare feet and threw herself at him, grabbing on to his neck with both arms. She held him so tightly his spine cracked. She was sobbing. Bawling. Crying so hard her whole body was shaking. He didn't ask any questions, just wrapped himself around her. "I'm not okay," she said hoarsely between breaths. "Rhage…I'm not okay." He closed his eyes and held on tight.

Finally, after so much heartache, she was going to get what she had always wanted, what she deserved. A male who loved all of her unconditionally. And they were going to live happily ever after. Or she was going to beat his ass.

And I will always be your warrior, Mary mine. Always and forever." Mary

now he knew why God didn't give people superpowers. Humans were dangerous enough as it was. . .

Caregivers had to take care of themselves, and part of that meant having a life beyond whatever illness had put them in their cole.

Stop thinking of me as broken or not whole. Put that bullshit down and walk away. It's not doing you any good and it's insulting to me.

And you need to get on board my fucking optimism train, John Matthew. I love you. You love me. We are survivors. Do you hear me!

She was a mahmen. She was a lover. She was a proud female, a strong female, a female who knew right from wrong, family from stranger, good from evil. She had lived through two birthings and stood up to a Brother just now, and she would take on the King if she had to. She was fallible and could get confused and might well flounder from time to time. But she would survive. That was what the strong did.

Yes, she thought. The one who had always felt a little lost had found her footing and her voice. And it turned out both were that of a lion.

Dear God. Her eyes didn't match the gentle lilt of her voice at all. They belonged to a warrior. Gunmetal gray, surrounded by lashes the color of her hair, they were grave, serious, reminding him of males who had fought and survived battle. They were staggeringly beautiful in their strength.

The conviction was as solid as the bones beneath her skin: Even the powerful needed protection sometimes.