Quotes About Strength

That all courage was a form of constancy. That it was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily. I

What he loved in horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them. All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenthearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise.

That all courage was a form of constancy. That it was always himself that the coward abandoned first.

I knew that courage came with less struggle for some than for others but I believed that anyone who desired it could have it. That the desire was the thing itself. The thing itself. I could think of nothing else of which that was true.

All courage was a form of constancy. It was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.

When you're defenseless you keep your opinions to yourself.

Might does not make right, said Irving.

You speak truer than you know. But I will tell you. Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the pit and seen horror in the round and learned at last that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance.

Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the pit and seen horror in the round and learned at last that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance.

He saw so many emotions mingled on her face: anger disappointment, fear – and defiance. Like her daughter, thought Fenoglio again. So uncompromising, so strong. Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out, very slowly.

Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness.

believe me. Sometimes when life looks to be at its grimmest, there's a light hidden at the heart of things. Clive Barker, Abarat

Girl. Woman. So much more vulnerable. Strong and yet weak. A heart that knew no armor.

Odd that your heart didn't simply stop when it hurt so much.

Power. Like wine when you have it. Like poison when you lose it.

Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine wine.

Courage was not a given; it was acquired, earned.

It was hard to let go of love. Once woven, its ribbon was hard to tear, and this one she'd woven quite firmly herself.

Love scared him. It was soft. And vulnerable.

Look at your daughter,' she whispered. 'As brave as...as.. She wanted to compare Meggie to a hero in some story but all the heroes she could think of were men, and anyway none of them seemed to her brave enough for comparison to the girl standing there, perfectly straight, scrutinizing Capricorn's Black Jackets, with her chin jutting out defiantly.

A thousand enemies outside the house/ are better than one within (Arab Proverb)

A child in the woods. A child with an army.

Aber diesesmal war ihre eigene Geschichte zu stark, um sich von der erfundenen vertreiben zu lassen.

Every soldier had to battle his weaker self. His weaker self had brought Donnersmarck to his knees, trembling. He had screamed it away, he had outrun it, he had drowned it in the blood of others. And he had always defeated it.