Quotes About Strength

Everyone else had managed to pick up the tatters and mend them into wearable lives. Why couldn't he?

So while his uncle taunted him, probing for a weak spot-it wasn't enough to kill; he had to torment - Akiva heard what he said, but none of it touched him. It was like threatening darkness at the break of day.

She didn't need a Taser; she was more than capable of defending herself without electricity. She'd had an unusual education.

She wore her ferocity like armor, and it was purely asexual armor. Liraz was untouchable and untouched.

He would recognize this later as the moment his center of gravity shifted: from being one of one—a pillar alone, apart—to being half of something that would fall if either side were cut away.

She was the goddess of... herself.

We will fight for our world to the last echo of our souls

It isn't magic, just a focus for the will. A powerful will might not even need it" -Brimstone

And that's how you go on. You lay laughter over the dark parts. The more dark parts, the more you have to laugh. With defiance, with abandon, with hysteria, any way you can.

And they hooked their fingers around its slender spurs, and pulled.

And Lazlo was surprised by the strength of his gratitude—to be believed, even by a tomb raider from a family of assassins. Or perhaps especially by a tomb raider from a family of assassins.

There, there," consoled Lazlo. "You're a very fierce warrior. Don't cry. You're terrifying.

now, she had to be strong enough to look weak.

Be that cat! she reminded herself. The one that stayed out of reach, and never - ever purred.

And that's how you go on. You lay laughter over the dark parts. The more dark parts, the more you have to laugh.

The venom sang in him, and he was something more than human. He was a whirlwind. He was a god.

He said, "You don't have to be afraid, Karou. How could it be awful? It's *you.* You can only be beautiful.

Fertility, sexuality, strength, and the ability to create and nurture life: These were the powers of women ... It was a ripening, yes, but not just for the purpose of bearing children, or being a wife. It represented a claiming of one's self...

Here was no storm, no fury. There was some new quiet in her, but it didn't shrink or wilt her. Rather, it seemed to enlarge her. She was no mere weapon as she was trained to be, but a woman in full command of her power, unbowed and unbroken, and that was a dangerous thing.

There was a sensations in his hearts, though, as a stirring of embers. There was fire in him. It wasn't smothered, only banked, but it would burn like the wings of the seraphim before this was over.

Si el sueño elegía al soñador, entonces el suyo había elegido mal. Necesitaba a alguien mucho más audaz que él. Necesitaba trueno, avalancha, grito de guerra y torbellino. Necesitaba fuego.

Cualquiera que se meta con mi hermana", habia exclamado una vez, todo bravuconería, "tendrá que vérseleas... con mi hermana

They wielded blades called /hreshtek, sharp enough to slice a man off his shadow [...}

He led, and Ziri knew firsthand how his fearlessness spread like wildfire in the fray. It was what made him great.