Quotes About Strength

Courage was not given; it was acquired, earned. You had to take the difficult paths.

Fear was like a beast that only grew fiercer when one gave in to it.

Yes, everything will be all right, thanks to Elinor! She could have sung and danced (not that she was much of a dancer and she was sitting in a car).

Life seemed so much stronger than death, death so much stronger than life. Like the ebb and flow of the tide.

EShe wanted to compare Meggie to a hero from some story, but all the heroes she could think of were men, and anyway none of them seemed to her brave enough for comparison with a girl standing there perfectly straight, scrutinizing Capricorn's men with her chin jutting out defiantly.

Das Gras war weiß vom Raureif, weiß wie die Frauen, die auf den Schwarzen Prinzen warteten, aber ihr Bann brach, sobald Meggie das Lachen der Kinder hörte. Sie bewarfen sich mit Tannenzapfen und schrien auf, wenn der Marder, nach ihnen sprang. Das Leben schien so viel stärker als der Tod, der Tod so viel stärker als das Leben. Wie Ebbe und Flut...

This is the hour of pride and power, talon and tush and claw.

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.

Oh, that's not easy,' he mumbled. Two souls in one heart. I hope the human in you won't prove to be stronger in the end. They find it so much harder to make peace with the world.

Piper, beware, your end is near, The Adder's power dwindles. He writhes, he goes in mortal fear, Nothing his strength rekindles. Though you seek the Jay in country and town, No sword can wound him, no hound run him down, And when you think you'll succeed in your quest, You find that the bird has flown the nest.

Didn't she feel, deep down inside, that her longing was sapping her strength and her appetite, even her pleasure in books? Longing.

She still believed in words so much. Farid believed in other things: his knife, in courage and cunning. And friendship.

Por ansiar tanto pela proteção dele, talvez a mãe tenha confundido a fúria sanguinária com autoridade, e a brutalidade com força.

He's going to serve you up to the Adderhead on a platter made of ink. Resist it! It's not a pleasant feeling to read the words that guide your actions. No one knows that better than I do, but they didn't come true for me either. They only have as much power as you give them.

Even the Doughskins had to admit it: in this world, only stone could claim to last.

We roared. We were one big animal throat, roaring.

She had been beaten down by too many boys and men, too much hurt and poverty and fear. This was what Mala was destined to become, someone who ran from her attackers because she couldn't afford to anger them. She wouldn't do it.

I felt one hundred feet tall, made of solid gold, and on fire.

Familiar things grew more improbably gossamer. Everything was intertwingled tensegrity meshes that cross-braced themselves when stressed, combining strength and suppleness.

She reminded me of some of the women I'd known in the Middle East, brave fuckers who'd managed to look like a million bucks even as their cities were being pounded to gravel around their pretty shoulders, fearless beneath their hijabs and glamorous even when they were covered in dust and blood.

Most of life's battles are won or lost in the mind.

When you accept the fact that your true identity includes being an overcomer, you will never settle for less than a miracle.

If everyone loves you, maybe you don't need so many tanks.

Every Christian generation learns equally the lessons of Revelation—that God is in control, that the powers of the world are minuscule when compared with God, that God is as likely to work through apparent weakness and failure as through strength and success, and that in the end God's people will prevail.