Quotes About Strength

Johnson's conversation was by much too strong for a person accustomed to obsequiousness and flattery; it was mustard in a young child's mouth!

As the Greek said, 'Give me a long enough lever... and I can move the earth'!

I do give them to you," he announced. "Of my free will. Because this is my sword." He laid a hand on Arisa's shoulder. "And Weasle is my shield. What you hold are only pieces of iron.

For better or worse, she was the lady Soraya. And the lady Soraya would never dream of missing the warm bulk of Casia's body between her and the hearth, or the comforting drone of Ludo's snores. Or the wry laughter of a slave... a slave, for Azura's sake! The lady Soraya needed no one. The lady Soraya cried herself to sleep.

Dripping water pierces a stone.

Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. —William Butler Yeats

You're a tough guy, aren't you?" Tough was the biggest compliment my family offered. Nice was fine, smart was good, but tough was what we aimed for.

I love my mom. I totally look up to her, and she just doesn't let anybody take advantage of me. People might call that a stage mom.

There's a feeling of power in reserve, a power that drives right through the bone, like the shiver you sense in the shaft of an axe when you take it into your hand. You can strike, or you can not strike, and if you choose to hold back the blow, you can still feel inside you the resonance of the omitted thing.

But my sins are my strength, he thinks; the sins I have done, that others have not even found the opportunity of committing. I hug them close; they're mine.

She lives on the fumes of whiskey and the iron in the blood of her prey.

Look at my face: I am not afraid of any man alive.

You can't get away from dire health, but you may as well get some use out of it. It is not a question of making sense of suffering, because nothing does make sense of it. It is a question of not… sinking into it. It is talking back to whatever hurts, whether that is physical or psychological, so that it doesn't submerge you.

Queen Katherine, whose boys have all died, takes it patiently: that is to say, she suffers.

Even when she said her last words, asking the people to pray for the king, she was looking over the head of the crowd. Still, she did not let hope weaken her. Few women are so resolute at the last, and not many men.

But my sins are my strength, he thinks; the sins I have done, that others have not even found the opportunity of committing. I hug them close; they're mine.

Her hands were large and knuckley and calloused, made to hold a rifle, not a needle.

He saw how, as she received the bundle, the woman shuddered from the nape of her neck to her feet. She held it fast though, and a head is heavier than you expect. Having been on a battlefield, he knows this from experience too.

Life do your worst; we are plump of knee and mild of eye, we are douce, glib and blithe; we inherit the semi, while others inherit the wind.

By the blood of creeping Christ, stand on your feet." Creeping Christ? he thinks. What does he mean?

My mother did not need much food - she ran on wrath (pp94)

What is a woman's life? Do not think, because she is not a man, she does not fight. The bedchamber is her tilting ground, where she shows her colours, and her theatre of war is the sealed room where she gives birth.

And Louis is weak. Let him give an inch, and some Cromwell will appear.

You don't get on by being original. You don't get on by being bright. You don't get on by being strong. You get on by being a subtle crook.