Quotes About Strength

L'ideale è spaventoso a vedersi, così, perduto nelle profondità, piccolo, isolato, impercettibile, brillante ma circondato da tutte quelle grandi minacce nere mostruosamente ammassate intorno a esso. Eppure, esso non è più in pericolo di quanto non lo sia una stella tra le fauci delle nembi.

Per impadronirsi di un cinghiale ci vuole scienza di cacciatore e forza di cani.

Chi vuole restar virtuosa non deve aver compassione per le sue mani.

CHAPTER V—AT BOMBARDA'S

It has always belonged to the truly great and strong to care for the weak and feeble.

Si l'on n'est plus que mille, eh bien, j'en suis ! Si même Ils ne sont plus que cent, je brave encor Sylla ; S'il en demeure dix, je serai le dixième ; Et s'il n'en reste qu'un, je serai celui-là ! (If we're just a thousand, then, here I am! Even if They're just a hundred, still I face Sylla; If ten still stand, I'll be the tenth; And if there is only one left, I'll be this one!)

You are not alone, and you are not the one in charge," Mother said gently. "Ask for help when you need it, and give help when you can. I think that is how we serve God - and each other and ourselves - in times as dark as these.

But she wasn't an I. She was a we. Her two beautiful children were counting on her, even if Loreda didn't know it yet.

The sound of his voice reminds me that I am a mother and mothers don't have the luxury of falling apart in front of their children, even when they are afraid, even when their children are adults.

Elsa said, "You saved me, you know." "Mothers and daughters. We save each other, si?

Leni was afraid to stay and afraid to leave. It was strange—stupid, even—but she often felt like the only adult in her family, as if she were the ballast that kept the creaky Allbright boat on an even keel.

You are my sunlight in the dark and the ground beneath my feet. Because of you, I can survive. I hope that you can find strength in me, too, V. That because of me, you will find a way to be strong. Hold my daughter tightly tonight, and tell her that somewhere far away, her papa is thinking of her. And tell her I will return.

Isabelle seems unbreakable. She has a steel exterior, but it protects a candyfloss heart. Don't hurt her, that's what I'm saying. If you don't love her--' 'I do.' Vianne studied him. 'Does she know?' 'I hope not.

Vianne knew Rachel wasn't asking how to hide in the barn; she was asking how to live after a loss like this, how to pick up one child and let the other go, how to keep breathing after you whisper "good-bye." "I can't leave her.

This too shall pass. Life has a way of going on, and you do your best to move with it. A broken heart heals. Like every wound, there's a scar, a memory, but it fades. Finally you realize that an hour has passed without your thinking about it, then a day...

The smile he gave her was barely one at all. "We are all fragile, Isabelle. It's the thing we learn in war.

When you're a mom, you learn about fear. You're always afraid. Always. About everything from cupboard doors to kidnappers to weather. There is nothing that can't hurt our kids, I swear." She turned. "The irony is they need us to be strong.

wasn't the fear that mattered in life. It was the choices made when you were afraid. You were brave because of your fear, not in spite of it.

We women make choices for others, not for ourselves, and when we are mothers, we . . . bear what we must for our children. You will protect them. It will hurt you; it will hurt them. Your job is to hide that your heart is breaking and do what they need you to do.

For the whole of their lives he'd been like one of the apple trees on this property. Sturdy and dependable.

You hang on," her mother said. "Until your hands are bleeding, and still you do not let go.

Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not; rather find strength in what remains behind. —WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, ODE:

Maybe time didn't heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A way to remember with a smile instead of a sob.

Hope is a fragile thing, easily broken if handled too much.