Quotes About Strength

You're my woman, and no man or God or ghost will ever take you from me.

Let us don our armor of control."-Lady Berwick

McKenna was her counterpart, her compass, her sanctuary.

He couldn't stand by and do nothing. Something inside him had been let out of its cage, and it wouldn't go back in until he'd made the world pay for hurting Cassandra. When he thought of what she might be feeling, how frightened and furious and wounded she must be... a strange and terrible emotion twisted all through him. He wanted Cassandra in his arms. He wanted to shield her from all this damned ugliness.

Heath had been there to help her, letting her draw from his strength. Did she have enough strength to sustain him in the same way?

Sometimes the fractures in two separate souls became the very hinges that held them together.

He took a quick breath and reached down, his hand sliding over my pajama bottoms as he coaxed my hips high and tight. The full-on pressure of him was stunning, galvanic. He was unbelievably hard. Everywhere. He was in control, infinitely stronger, and he wanted me to know it. -Ella's thoughts about Jack

The world expects a man to have a backbone. Especially when a woman is being harassed.

Of course. Women are agile and fast." Poppy smiled ruefully. "Not enough to elude you, it seems." - Harry & Poppy

Let her cover the mark as she will,'" he quoted sardonically, "'the pang of it will always be in her heart.

With Lillian, ironically, the Bowmans had reached their highest pinnacle in having married her to Marcus, Lord Westcliff. No one could have believed that the reserved and powerful earl would have wed a headstrong girl like Lillian. But Westcliff had seen beneath Lillian's brash façade to the vulnerability and fiercely loving heart she tried so hard to concede.

A whirlwind of panic swept through her as Derek stripped off his white shirt. She switched her gaze to the floor, but not before she had seen how large and formidable his body was, his torso heavily muscled, his chest covered with thick black hair. Silvery scars marked his skin, legacies of his life in the rookery. He was a man of vast experience. All that was new and frightening to her was commonplace to him.

I cry too easily," she said in vexation. "I always have. I hate it." "Why?" "It shows weakness." "It shows strength," he said. "Stoic people are the weak ones.

Though Sebastian wasn't looking at her, he could hear the note of childish defiance in her voice, and it caused a wrench in his heart... a heart that he always believed to be nothing more than an efficient muscle.

Let me spoil you," he whispered. "Let me take care of you. You've never had anyone to lean on, have you? I've got strong shoulders, Annabelle.

I would have fought, Zachary thought, sternly locking the words inside himself. I would have gone toe to toe with the devil himself to stay with you and Rose. I would go down howling and kicking before I let go of what I had.

It is always more difficult for the people who swim against the current, Sophia

You need a man who will match your will, own you, occupy every part of your body and every corner of your soul.

You wouldn't have left had it been me on the foundry floor—" "I knew you were going to say that," he said in savage disgust. "Of course I wouldn't have left you. I'm the man. A man is supposed to protect his wife.

Would it help," he asked gently, "to have a shoulder to cry on?" She fought to conceal how much the question unnerved her. "Thank you, but no." Carefully she dropped the herbs into the kettle. "Crying is a waste of time." "' To weep is to make less the depth of grief.'" "Is that a Romany saying?" "Shakespeare.

Dear Lord," she said in a strangled whisper. "I can bear it for a while…but please don't let it hurt forever." She was motionless

It was a law of nature that only the strongest survived, and the weakest had better get the hell out of the way.

Rhys tried to imagine what his mother would make of this subtle, incandescent creature with a mind full of books and music in her fingers. "She'll think you're too pretty. And too soft. She doesn't understand your kind of strength." Helen looked pleased. "You think I'm strong?" "I do," he said without hesitation. "You have a will like a steel blade.

Despite his size and broad-shouldered build, there was a feline quality about him... he was like a lazy but potentially deadly tiger.