Quotes About Strength

I regarded him gently over my own bowl of stew. He was very large, solid, and beautifully formed. And if he was a bit battered by circumstance, that merely added to his charm. You're a very hard person to kill, I think, I said. That's a great comfort to me.

Dije: «Señor, si alguna vez en mi vida he tenido valor, dámelo ahora. Permíteme ser lo bastante valiente para no caer de rodillas y rogarle que se quede». –Jamie Fraser.

And I looked, held prisoner, bound to him. Looked, as he dropped the last of his masks, and showed me the depths of himself, and the wounds of his soul. I would have wept for his hurt, and for mine, had I been able. But his eyes held mine, tearless and open, boundless as the salt sea. His body held mine captive, driving me before his strength, like the west wind in the sails of a bark. And I voyaged into him,as he into me...

Diana Gabaldon

But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face; It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists; It is in his walk, the carraige of his next, the flex of his waist and knees--dress does not hide him; The strong, sweet supple quality he has, strikes through the cotton and flannel; To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more; You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side.

Don't cry, Sassenach, he said, so softly I could barely hear him.

I fought back the memory of our wedding night. He was a virgin; his hands trembled when he touched me. I had been afraid too--with better reason. And then in the dawn he had held me, naked back against his chest, his thighs warm and strong behind my own, murmuring into the clouds of my hair, Dinna be afraid. There's two of us now.

You can…call me Da," he said. His voice was husky; he stopped and cleared his throat. "If—if ye want to, I mean, Da. Is that Gaelic?" He smiled back, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly. "No. It's only…simple." And suddenly it was all simple. He held out his arms to her. She stepped into them and found that she had been wrong;—and his arms were as strong about her as she had ever dared to hope.

and if she wasn't precisely pretty, she had a force of character that is often more attractive than simple beauty.

It's only when ye ken ye can say no that it takes courage.

Facing something down doesn´t mean you aren´t afraid of it, I said dryly. Usually quite the opposite.

The body is amazingly plastic. The spirit, even more so. But there are some things you don't come back from. Say ye so, a nighean? True, the body's easily maimed, and the spirit can be crippled—yet there's that in a man that is never destroyed.

If ye can stand up, you're not drunk.

I can bear pain, myself, but I could not bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.

I want to protect ye, Sassenach-spread myself over ye like a cloak and shield you and the child wi' my body.... I would do anything for ye...and yet...there's nothing I can do. It doesna matter how strong I am, or how willing; I canna go with you where ye must go...not even help ye at all. And to think of the things that might happen, and me helpless to stop them...aye, I'm afraid, Sassenach.

You are my courage, as I am your Conscience, he whispered. You are my hear and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone.

There's nay shame to ha' fallen in battle, mo caraidh, he said softly. The greatest of warriors may be overcome.

Did that mean she had not cared deeply for any of her husbands? I wondered. Or only that she was a woman of great strength, capable of overcoming grief, not once, but over and over again?

If I die," he whispered in the dark, "dinna follow me. The bairns will need ye. Stay for them. I can wait.

I hold no evil in my heart...This evil does not touch me. More may come, but not this. Not here. Not now.

Of course you would protect the woman," he said. "You protect everyone, John—I don't suppose you can help it." Astonished, Grey opened his mouth to contest this absurd statement, but was forestalled when Percy leaned forward and kissed him softly. "You are the bravest man I know," Percy said, his breath warm on Grey's cheek. "And you will not convince me otherwise.

Strength of bone and fire of mind, all wrapped around a core of steel-hard purpose that would make him a deadly projectile, once set on any course.

I'm none so brave as I was before, ken? he said very softly. Not brave enough to live without ye anymore.

If you find him," she whispered, "when you find my father—give him this." She bent and kissed me, fiercely, gently, then straightened and turned me toward the stone. "Go, Mama," she said, breathless. "I love you. Go!