Quotes About Strength

SO LET IT BE IN GOD'S OWN MIGHT WE GIRD US FOR THE COMING FIGHT, AND, STRONG IN HIM WHOSE CAUSE IS OURS, IN CONFLICT WITH UNHOLY POWERS, WE GRASP THE WEAPONS HE HAS GIVEN, THE LIGHT AND TRUTH AND LOVE OF HEAVEN. John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)

She wielded it easily, lightly. She carried it swinging like a baseball bat, only with more poetry to it. It was a frightening thing to watch, this small shadow of billowing grey fabric and sprawling, wild hair splaying out behind her, the axe held at the ready with both hands, poised and prepared.

Without temptation, there was no virtue in resistance.

Give me that power, and I'll use it against you. I'll be your Madonna. I'll be your queen. And I'll have your head if it's the last thing I ever do.

Sometimes you get a good eyeful of a man-sized action figure—and he knows what you are, and what you can do … and you know what he is, and what he's done before, or what he's helping other people do. And you just can't stand it because for all his bluster and bullshit he's weak and horrible, and cowardly, and if he caught you, he'd do terrible things to you—the kinds of things that were done to Ian and Isabelle.

It's not meant to be comfortable," Cly told him. He pushed at the captain's chair, which had been furnished with a leather pad in the shape of a cushion. It looked approximately as soft as an old book. Fang

some place to stand and place a lever, there's nowhere from which to move the world.

But tonight she inhaled, pushing the air past the tightness, feeling around for the lump in her throat. It was there. The odds were fair that it always would be. But tonight it was smaller, and she did not sob, but smile.

Yes, bad things happened to you—really bad things. But you survived them! Now that chapter's closed, and you can… well, you don't have to forget any of it. You don't have to pretend it never happened. But you've got the whole rest of your life to live, so how are you gonna live it?

was terrified. Her heart

I'm terribly sad about Farrah's passing. She was incredibly brave, and God will be welcoming her with open arms.

When I was finally totally secure with myself -- aware of my own strength, and making my own way -- I was of the right mindset to love and be loved in a balanced and harmonious way.

You will learn a lot about yourself if you stretch in the direction of goodness, of bigness, of kindness, of forgiveness, of emotional bravery. Be a warrior for love.

The father's job is to teach his children how to be warriors, to give them the confidence to get on the horse to ride into battle when it's necessary to do so. If you don't get that from your father, you have to teach yourself.

The best thing you can possibly do with your life is to tackle the motherfucking shit out of it.

You don't have a right to the cards you believe you should have been dealt with. You have an obligation to play the hell out of the ones you're holding and my dear one, you and I have been granted a mighty generous one.

I was amazed that what I needed to survive could be carried on my back. And, most surprising of all, that I could carry it.

Small things such as this have saved me: how much I love my mother—even after all these years. How powerfully I carry her within me. My grief is tremendous but my love is bigger. So is yours. You are not grieving your son's death because his death was ugly and unfair. You're grieving it because you loved him truly. The beauty in that is greater than the bitterness of his death.

I made it the mantra of those days; when I paused before yet another series of switchbacks or skidded down knee-jarring slopes, when patches of flesh peeled off my feet along with my socks, when I lay alone and lonely in my tent at night I asked, often out loud: Who is tougher than me? The answer was always the same, and even when I knew absolutely there was no way on this earth that it was true, I said it anyway: No one.

God is not a granter of wishes. God is a ruthless bitch.

There are so many things to be tortured about, sweet pea. So many torturous things in this life. Don't let the man who doesn't love you be one of them.

Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves, and so I chose to tell myself a different story from the one women are told. I decided I was safe. I was strong. I was brave. Nothing could vanquish me. Insisting on this story was a form of mind control, but for the most part, it worked.

Be brave enough to break your own heart.

The place of true healing is a fierce place. It's a giant place. it's a place of monstrous beauty and endless dark and glimmering light.