Quotes About Strength

La maggior parte delle donne sarebbero contente di essere seguite da me». «Io non sono la maggior parte delle donne». «Come se non lo sapessi».

Kate's hands were getting sore and blistered, even with

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fault." Ranger tightened his hold on my neck.

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Seneca, the Roman philosopher. Sometimes, even to live is an act of courage.

Aquamarines grew with emeralds, Claire told me. But emeralds were fragile and always broke into smaller pieces, while aquamarines were stronger, grew in huge crystals without any trouble, so they weren't worth as much. It was the emerald that didn't break that was the really valuable thing.

that was her edge. her secret weapon. she didnt give a shit.

One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright.

Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold.

I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despaire wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favorite music, find it a comfortable chair. Despair was the enemy. -white oleander

Only peons made excusses for themselves she taught me. Never apologize, never explain.

I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despair wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favourite music, find it a comfortable chair. Despair was the enemy.

She took a life because someone humiliated her, hurt her image of herself as the Valkyrie, the stainless warrior. Exposed her weakness, which was only love. So she avenged herself. So easy to justify, I wrote to her. It's because you felt like a victim you did it. If you were really strong, you could have tolerated the humiliation.

She was my life raft, my turtle.

She was a beautiful woman dragging a crippled foot and I was that foot. I was bricks sewn into the hem of her clothes, I was a steel dress

Never apologize, never explain.

I'd seen a couple of Claire's movies now. She was transparent, heartbreaking. I would be afraid to be so vulnerable. I'd spent the last three years trying to build up some kind of a skin, so I wouldn't drip with blood every time I brushed up against something. She was naked, she peeled herself daily.

They can't touch us. We're the Vikings. We go into battle without armor for the flush and the blood of it.

In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside?

This was how girls left. They packed up their suitcases and walked away in high heels. They pretended they weren't crying, that it wasn't the worst day of their lives.

Well, she wasn't strong enough to avoid being the background of my art. Just the background. Her words just my canvas.

The pearls weren't really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart.

I felt just the way Billie Holiday sounded, like I'd cried all I could and it wasn't enough.