Quotes About Strength

I wonder," he said to Merripen, "what Hunt knows about Harrow? Do you know him well enough to ask?" "Yes," Merripen said. "But even if I didn't, I wouldn't leave this place until I made him tell me." That made Leo chuckle. "You may be the only one in this entire mansion who would dare try to 'make' Simon Hunt do anything. He's a bloody big bastard." "So am I," came Merripen's grim reply.

He undressed before her, dropping his shirt to reveal a tautly muscled torso and a chest covered with with black hair. His big-framed body was clearly built for power rather than elegance. Yet there was something innately graceful about the long lines of muscle and sinew, and the heavy breadth of his shoulders. He was a man who made a woman feel safe, and at the same time, deliciously overpowered.

Are you physically strong enough for this?" Severin asked Gibson doubtfully. "Would you like to arm-wrestle?" she offered with such cool aplomb that Rhys let out a huff of amusement. "No," Severin said at once. "I can't take the chance that you might win." The doctor smiled at him. "I doubt I would win, Mr. Severin. But I would at least make it difficult for you.

Hardy would never be the easiest man to have a relationship with. He was complex and strong-willed and rough-edged. But I loved those qualities about him. I was more than willing to take him exactly as he was. And it didn't hurt that he seemed equally game to take me on my own terms.

I'll have you know," Mrs. Church said in amazement, "it took our two stoutest footmen to bring that crate into the house. How did two young ladies manage to carry it away so quickly?" "Sh-sheer determination," Helen wheezed. "All I want in this life," West told Kathleen, "is to see you try to pry that crate away from those two." "I wouldn't dare," she replied, giving up. "They would do me bodily harm.

Although Evie was far quieter than the rest of the family, everyone paid close attention whenever she spoke. For all her gentleness, she possessed a core of inner strength that had made her the center of the Challons' world. And she was so kind that Keir couldn't help but like her. When they'd first met, the duchess had stared at him for a moment of wonder, and then had smiled and embraced him with tear-glittered eyes, as if he were her own long-lost child instead of Kingston's.

Evie, the most gentlest and most soft-spoken of them all, had been the one least likely to capture the heart of the notorious Lord St. Vincent, who had been the definitive rake. Although Evie, with her round blue eyes and blazing red hair, possessed a rare and unconventional beauty, she was unbearably shy. And there was the stammer. But Evie also had a reserve of quiet strength and a gallant spirit that seemed to have seduced her husband utterly.

the kind who relied on their backbones when their wishbones were broken.

Are you physically strong enough for this?" Severin asked Gibson doubtfully. "Would you like to arm-wrestle?" she offered with such cool aplomb that Rhys let out a huff of amusement. "No," Severin said at once. "I can't take the chance that you might win." The doctor smiled at him. "I doubt I would win, Mr. Severin. But I would at least make it difficult for you.

It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.

There was a time I used to cry, but that was another lifetime ago. My heart was broken just once. But completely. As

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You can keep telling girls to be polite, to keep a level head and it'll all work out in the end. But don't be surprised when they figure out that you've been feeding them lies. Don't be alarmed when they grow tired of using their voices and playing by your rules. And don't be shocked when they decide that if they can't win a fair fight, they'll just have to fight dirty.

Irene was compulsive about physical activity. She ran, hiked, lifted weights. She was the sort of person who would suddenly drop to the ground and do a set of push-ups or lunge her way across the room.

Being ostracized was status quo for her. She'd survive.

If you had a guy who could carry you, why weren't women carried around all the time?

Mike felt a tug somewhere in his chest he didn't ever remember feeling, like someone was pulling at a hook. They were going to take care of this lovely woman. Keep her safe, take her away from danger. And then, well—forget about beating the guy up. Mike was going to find the fuckhead who'd hurt her and kill him.

She made him feel alive after a long time feeling like he'd been buried in the stone cold ground. She made his heart beat again. No one was going to touch her.

They were bound by the most ancient law of all. He had fought and killed for her. She was his.

Freedom comes from strength and self-reliance.

Our worst day brings out the best in us

It's our scars that define us.

Baby, I held back today to let you get over all you've been through. But don't let that mislead you. You wouldn't be here if I planned on protecting you from me.

Tell me I helped," I say, and it's a demand. I need to know I can be what he needs, that we can get through the darkness together. "You do more than help. You're the reason I take my next breath." The hoarse declaration whispers against my lips a moment before he kisses me, the tenderness in the touch of his tongue caressing mine telling me more than his words.