Quotes About Strength

Some might think of him as a strong draught, burning the back of one's throat, but invigorating all the same. You might beg to differ. So long as you're begging, he doesn't mind a bit.

Keep going' she told herself, 'Don't look back.' But she looked anyways.

I am not weak, he wanted to shout, but he wasn't sure he could say that aloud, either

Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire.

Mithridatism, it's called. Isn't that a funny name? The process of eating poison to build up immunity. So long as I don't die from it, I'll be harder to kill

It was enough to make her want to sit down on the ground and cry. It was too much. But there was no one else, so it couldn't be too much. It had to be exactly enough. It had to be what she could handle, and she had to handle it

Maybe it isn't the worst thing to want to be loved, even if you're not. Even if it hurts. Maybe being human isn't always being weak.

Maybe, Hazel decided, maybe they could both learn how. Not just making-up-stories-in-which-you're-happy happiness, but the real thing. She leaned across the bed and hugged him with all the strength in her limbs, hugged him until her bones ached. But no matter how hard she hugged him, she knew it would never be enough. "I promise," she whispered. "I'll try.

It seemed, in the beginning, that fighting back would only bring me further pain. That's the lesson they wanted me taught, but soon I realized I would be hurt anyway. Better to hurt someone else when I had a chance. Better to make them hesitate, to know it would cost them something.

I'm no longer a child, and I don't need comfort.

I'm a powerful being... a wizard," Corny said. "So don't try anything." "Yes," said the little faery, blinking black eyes rapidly. "No. Try nothing.

Plunge a heated sword into oil, and any small flaw will turn into a crack. But quenched in blood as you were, none of you broke. You were only hardened.

I think you impressed him with the sheer force of your stupidity.

We have lived in our armor for so long, you and I. And now I am not sure if either of us knows how to remove it." — "I think of his riddle. How do people like us take off our armor? One piece at a time.

If life were like a video game, she would have used her power move to whip Jen in the air and knock her against the wall with two strikes of a lacrosse stick. Of course, if life really were like a video game, Val would probably have to do that in a bikini and with giant breasts, each one made of separately animated polygons.

Your family is badass," Sam says. "They set a high bar of badassery.

Instead of being afraid, I will become something to fear.

I might be only sticks and snow and hag magic, but at least I did not come from her. I am no one's child. That makes me smile, showing red teeth.

You think because you can humiliate me, you can control me?

We have lived in our armor for so long, you and I. And now I am not sure if either of us knows how to remove it.

Can you save yourself?

You may win in the end, you may ensorcell me and hurt me and humiliate me, but I will make sure you lose everything I can take from you on the way down.

I thought I was supposed to be good and follow the rules," I say. "But I am done with being weak. I am done with being good. I think I am goinng to be something else.

Perhaps I am foolish, but I am not a fool.