Quotes About Strength

As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is in the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is in my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is in the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her.

Once you'd learned how bad life could go, and how quickly, you tried to protect those who remained.

From now on, she was Juliette Gervaise, code name the Nightingale.

It is the truest, simplest answer to his question. "Women get on with it. For us it was a shadow war. There were no parades for us when it was over, no medals or mentions in history books. We did what we had to during the war, and when it was over, we picked up the pieces and started our lives over.

What do I do without you?" Elsa tried to smile but couldn't. She was too tired. Too weak. "You live, Loreda," she whispered. "And know Ã¢â'¬Â¦ every single second Ã¢â'¬Â¦ how much I loved you." Find your voice and use it Ã¢â'¬Â¦ take chances Ã¢â'¬Â¦ never give up.

What will we be without him?" Meredith whispered, clinging to her. "Less," was all Nina could think of to say.

Isabelle had always simply reacted in her life. Someone left her behind; she followed. Someone told her she couldn't do something; she did it. Every barrier she turned into a gate.

A watering system had kept everything alive; plants, like people, learned to grow in rocky terrain.

She's sick and she's been treated badly, but she can't be gone. She had the heart of a lion.

Love rips the shit out of you and puts you back together like a broken toy, with all kinds of cracks and jagged edges. It's not about the falling in love. It's about the landing where you said you'd be and working to keep that love strong.' 

Love has to be stronger than hate or there is no future for us.

Men tell stories", I say. It is the truest, simplest answer to his question. Women get on with it. For us it was a shadow war. There were no parades for us when it was over, no medals or mentions in history books. We did what we had to during the war, and when it was over, we picked up the pieces and started our lives over.

I'm here, Mom," Julien says quietly, taking my suitcase, lifting it easily over the obstruction. 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.

Sometimes your heart got broken, but you just held on. That was all there was.

She would hold her daughter and stroke her head and let her cry and she would have to be strong. She was so tired of being strong.

We're all afraid," Anita said. "It's the going on that matters.

It should have been as easy as an elementary math equation: he hits you x broken bones = leave him.

The sight of them helping others when they themselves had lost everything made her proud.

It is amazing how quickly a bone can heal. If only the heart were as durable.

Even if they didn't speak of their love, or share their feelings in long, heartfelt conversations, the bond was there. Sturdy.

One thing was left, as clear and perfect as a drop of rain—the desperate need to stand together … They would rise and fall and, in their falling, rise again.

It was like stepping barefoot on a sharp bit of broken glass. She pulled the glass out and ran on, but the pain remained.

But for now, I am an explorer again, made bold by hardship and strengthened by loss, going west in search of something that exists only in my imagination. A life different than one I've known before.

I smile at them, my two boys who should have broken me, but somehow saved me, each in his own way. Because of them, I know now what matters, and it is not what I have lost. It is my memories. Wounds heal. Love lasts. We remain.