Quotes About Strength

In that moment, Lara was more than simply a vampire of the White Court, a succubus, pale and deadly. She was a reminder of days gone by, when mankind paid homage to blood-soaked goddesses of war and death, revered the dark side of the protective maternal spirit, the savage core of the strength that still allowed tiny women to lift cars off of their children, or to turn upon their tormentors with newfound power.

They didn't want to kill me. They wanted to hurt me. And they were good at it.

She could be a pain in the ass, but she was one gutsy chick. Her kids were lucky to have a mother like her. A lot of moms would say that they would die for their children. Charity had placed herself squarely in harm's way to do exactly that.

I have fought long and hard against horrors even you would respect. I have been beaten, but I have not yielded. I'm not going to start yielding now.

But it also meant that I had me on my side. And I liked the way that felt.

Hope is a force of nature. Don't let anyone tell you different.

It is vital that we not be made to seem wholly helpless in the opening moments of the war. Once a nation ceases to believe that they can win a war, that war is lost.

Her chin lifted, and her hard, cold eyes flickered in naked, unconcealed pride. "Never once in your life, my Knight, have you taken the easy road. I chose well.

Hope lets you do things you would otherwise never be able to do, gives strength when everything is darkest.

But, as it turned out, hell got up awfully early in the morning.

I choose to exercise my status as an apex predator. And I laugh in the face of cholesterol.

I've never met a place I couldn't blow up, burn down, or knock over with enough motivation

We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.

Sometimes the best defense is a T. rex.

A little kung fu, a little John Wayne, and a few casual threats.

Growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you're just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something. Each time, you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee.

Handy, humans, Rowl thought. Clumsy, slow, and not always terribly bright, but they were very very strong, through sheer, inarguable mass. He now saw his father's wisdom in desiring to keep a few of them around the home tunnels. They could manage annoying problems that might prove awkward and time-consuming for cats.

with unnatural fury and grace.

Ow," I complained. I keep my complaints succinct

I couldn't arm wrestle an ogre, even with the mantle. I couldn't have won a magical duel with Mab or Titania—probably not even against Maeve or Lily. I couldn't outrun one of the Sidhe. But I could defy absolutely anyone. I could lift my will against that of anything, and know that the fight might be lopsided, but never hopeless.

There are bad things in the world. There's no getting away from that. But that doesn't mean nothing can be done about them. You can't abandon life just because it's scary, and just because sometimes you get hurt.

I don't want to live in a world where the strong rule and the weak cower. I'd rather make a place where things are a little quieter.

Every ounce of strength I could have summoned would have been no more than a flickering spark beside either of those blazing fountains of light and magic. It was power that had existed since the dawn of life, and would until its end. It was power that had cowed mortals into abject worship and terror before—and I finally understood why. I wasn't a pawn of that kind of strength. I was an insect beside giants, a blade of grass before towering trees.

Don't care how Titanic you are. No one expects an orbital-drop grizzly.