Quotes About Strength

Hello, fear. Thank you for being here. You're my indication that I'm doing what I need to do.

There are so many torturous things in this life. Don't let a man who doesn't love you be one of them.

I didn't feel like a big fat idiot anymore. And I didn't feel like a hard-ass motherfucking Amazonian queen. I felt fierce and humble and gathered up inside, like I was safe in this world too.

I walked and I walked, my mind shifting into a primal gear that was void of anything but forward motion, and I walked until walking became unbearable, until I believed I couldn't walk even one more step. And then I ran.

Bravery is acknowledging your fear and doing it anyway.

Healing is a small and ordinary and very burnt thing. And it's one thing and one thing only: it's doing what you have to do.

A terrible thing happened to you, but you mustn't let it define your life.

Be fearless enough to let love transform you.

nothing bad could happen to me, I thought. The worst thing already had.

And you may not be able to see this yet, but perhaps there will come a time—it could be years from now—when you'll need to get on your horse and ride into battle and you're going to hesitate. You're going to falter. To heal the wound your father made, you're going to have to get on that horse and ride into battle like a warrior.

The unifying theme is resilience and faith. The unifying theme is being a warrior and a motherfucker. It is not fragility. It's strength. It's nerve.

Transformation doesn't ask that you stop being you. It demands that you find a way back to the authenticity and strength that's already inside of you. You only have to bloom.

Being near Tom and Doug at night kept me from having to say to myself I am not afraid whenever I heard a branch snap in the dark or the wind shook so fiercely it seemed something bad was about to happen. But I wasn't out here to keep myself from having to say I am not afraid. I'd come, I'd realized, to stare that fear down, to stare everything down, really -- all that I'd done to myself and all that had been done to me. I couldn't do that while tagging along with someone else.

Run toward the darkness, sweet peas, and shine.

the other half of rising—the very half that makes rising necessary—is having been nailed to the cross.

This is not the moment to wilt into the underbrush of your insecurities. You've earned the right to grow.

There are stories you'll learn if you're strong enough to travel there. One of them might cure you.

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

That 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. And you have to work really, really, really hard to get there, but you can do it.

It's just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.

She was. She was imperfect. She made mistakes. But she was her best self more often than it's reasonable for any human to be.

Don't worry about it too much. You're green, but you're tough. And tough is what matters the most out here. Not just anyone could do what you're doing.

Each night the black sky and the bright stars were my stunning companions; occasionally I'd see their beauty and solemnity so plainly that I'd realize in a piercing way that my mother was right. That someday I would be grateful and that in fact I was grateful now, that I felt something growing in me that was strong and real.

But I wasn't out here to keep myself from having to say I am not afraid. I'd come, I realized, to stare that fear down, to stare everything down, really—all that I'd done to myself and all that had been done to me.