Quotes About Strength

Anybody messes with the girls, we'll take care of him right smart," the elder Wurm assured Ian. "It's not that hard," the other said honestly. "Break just one of them bastards' noses with a hoe handle and the rest of 'em settle right down.

I can bear pain, myself," he said softly, "but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.

He said, 'If you're sizable, half the men ye meet will fear ye, and the other half will want to try ye. Knock one down,' he said, 'and the rest will let ye be. But learn to do it fast and clean, or you'll be fightin' all your life.' So he'd take me to the barn and knock me into the straw until I learned to hit back.

the ancient savagery that men call motherhood, who mistake its tenderness for weakness.

Testosterone poisoning

That's the best thing I can think of. Having a good hold on your arse always makes me feel steady.

Not a hothouse flower, this daughter of Leoch, despite her surroundings.

True, the body's easily maimed, and the spirit can be crippled - yet there's that in a man that is never destroyed.

His mouth tightened up and he says, 'I thought this was the young man who only a week past was shouting that he wasn't afraid to die. Surely a man who's not afraid to die isn't afraid of a few lashes?' and he gives Jamie a poke in the belly wi' the handle of the whip. "Jamie met Randall's eye straight on then, and said, 'No, but I'm afraid I'll freeze stiff before ye're done talking.

I didn't want to Ã¢â'¬Â¦ to have to ask him to defend me." He stared at her, his face blank with incomprehension. He shook his head slowly, not taking his eyes away from her. "What in God's name d'ye think a man is for?" he asked at last.

Calmar el dolor y el miedo a la muerte servía para atenuar los propios temores.

Nadie se muere por eso. Ni tu, ni yo»

To stand against a crowd would take something more than ordinary courage; something that went beyond human instinct. And I feared I did not have it, and fearing, was ashamed.

There comes a turning point in intense physical struggle where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resource, ignoring the costs until the struggle is over. Women find this point in childbirth; men in battle. Past that certain point, you lose all fear of pain or injury. Life becomes very simple at that point; you will do what you are trying to do, or die in the attempt, and it does not really matter much which.

But from the very start, there is that small streak of steel within each child. That thing that says "I am," and forms the core of personality.

Grey had noticed this female paradox before: women who swooned at the notion of powerful men who would protect them at the same time liked nothing better than an open admission of helplessness on the part of any male within their sphere of influence.

There's always a prayer, a nighean, even if it's only A Dhia, cuidich mi." Oh, God—help me.

Tu eÈ™ti curajul meu, aÈ™a cum eu sunt conÈ™tiinÈ›a ta, mi-a È™optit. Tu eÈ™ti inima mea, iar eu, compasiunea ta. Singuri, nu suntem întregi. Nu È™tiai asta, englezoaico?

Ye always carry your women wi' ye into battle, Ian Òg. They're the root of your strength, man.

I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday; not for you to stay; I didna think that would be right. I prayed I'd be strong enough to send ye away. I said, Lord, if I've ever had courage in my life before, let me have it now. Let me be brave enough and not fall to my knees and beg her to stay.

Ute McGillivray looked like a Valkyrie on a starchy diet;

I have lived through a fucking world war," I said, my voice low and venomous. "I have lost a child. I have lost two husbands. I have starved with an army, been beaten and wounded, been patronized, betrayed, imprisoned, and attacked. And I have fucking survived!" My voice was rising, but I was helpless to stop it. "And now should I be shattered because some wretched, pathetic excuses for men stuck their nasty little appendages between my legs and wiggled them?!

Dinna be afraid. There's the two of us now.

All over the clearing, the same thing was happening; the women gave not an inch, but their men stepped out before them. Anyone coming into the clearing would think that the women had melted into invisibility, leaving an implacable phalanx of Scotsmen staring down the glen.