Quotes About Strength

Heather Brewer

Bullying is a horrible thing. It sticks with you forever. It poisons you. But only if you let it.

Heather Brewer

There's nothing you can do, Sirus. No one can do this for me, and no one can swoop in and rescue me every time I'm challenged. I have to do this on my own.

Heather Brewer

you feel things real strong, leanne, even if you pretend you don't. you're my girl that way.

Their bony branches grew barer with each tearing wind. Their tall, leaning forms looked like a gateway to a long-abandoned world. They lived. Their roots were much deeper than mine would ever be. One day my tree would fall and die, gnawed by serpents.

For when the world was darkest, I remembered you.

Heather Dune Macadam

You must grow strong. Pain must never cause pain.

There were you and Serena, and everything about the two of you was perfect, and so life took a brutal swing at you.

Kelsey was up there, and she was devastated. Holding it together

It would all be fine. Darcy could handle any man, living... Or dead.

Courage is being afraid - and going ahead, anyway.

Along our chosen paths, we all meet up with demons. We must meet them, and battle them, even when they are nothing but mist in the night.

When the cougar stalks by night, the hunted must become the hunter.

Evil doesn't just go away.

But here is what I tell my own daughters, when they start to place all of the magic outside of themselves, when they start to feel like some random dude owns the sun and the moon and the stars: The world has told you lies about how small you are.

Your hatred has power because it points back to your weaknesses. Your hatred makes you feel small and helpless. Your hatred gives you a motive, an attraction, a reason to try. Your hatred fuels you. Your hatred turns you on, in other words.

When you're at rock bottom, strap on a different pair of boots and start climbing - The New Mrs D

My heart was beating so hard that for a second I thought I might pass out. It was like revisiting the hole where you'd once been held in solitary confinement: a force field of muscle-memory-stored pain and toxic energy so palpable I was afraid that if I stayed any longer it might suck me back in.

On the contrary, that someone as weak and

Love is the hand that props up your heart when age's torrid heat has long battled along side it.

My love is stronger than a mountain that never erodes and flows with a waterfall never ending.