Quotes About Strength

Because it takes more strength to change someone else's life than it takes to change your own.

Because you make me believe there are things worth fighting for.

I think it is a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is. —Vladimir Nabokov

Just because you had every right to feel sorry for yourself didn't mean you ever took the opportunity to do so. In fact, sometimes I was sure that the reason people stared at you with your crutches and wheelchair had nothing to do with your disabilities, and everything to do with the fact that you had abilities they only dreamed of.

Power isn't doing something terrible to someone who's weaker than you, Reiner. It's having the strength to do something terrible, and choosing not to.

We are all just canvases for our scars.

I don't believe in God. But sitting there, in a room full of those who feel otherwise, I realize that I do believe in people. In their strength to help each other, and to thrive in spite of the odds. I believe that the extraordinary trumps the ordinary, any day. I believe that having something to hope for-even if it's just a better tomorrow-is the most powerful drug on this planet.

I don't believe in God. But sitting there, in a room full of those who feel otherwise, I realize that I do believe in people. In their strength to help each other, and to thrive in spite of the odds. I believe that the extraordinary trumps the ordinary, any day. I believe that having something to hope for—even if it's just a better tomorrow—is the most powerful drug on this planet. The

Love is like a tidal wave. It sucks you under and you drown. But sometimes, love is the only thing that keeps you afloat.

I don't believe in God but sitting there, in a room full of those who feel otherwise, I realize that I do believe in people. In their strength to help each other and to thrive in spite of the odds.

There it was, shiny and silver, pinned to the requisite position on his chest-a shield that covered his heart but had not been able to protect it.

As she turns her head and focuses on me, I lift her palm to my mouth, press a kiss in its center. You are so brave, I tell her, and then I smile. When I grow up, I want to be just like you. To my surprise, Kate shakes her head hard. Her voice is a feather, a thread. No Mommy, she says. You'd be sick.

He taught me that if a body is easily crushed, it develops a weapon to prevent that from happening.

I have always envied people who believe strongly in religion, people who could face a tragedy by praying and know that it would be all right.

Any smidgen of emotion revealed would crack the careful mask of control and leave the person in pieces.

If you can't fly, run. If you can't run, walk. If you can't walk, crawl. But by all means, keep moving.

Sometimes all you need to live one more day is a good reason to stick around.  Ã¢â'¬Â¢

I realize that I do believe in people. In their strength to help each other, and to thrive in spite of the odds. I believe that the extraordinary trumps the ordinary, any day. I believe that having something to hope for—even if it's just a better tomorrow—is the most powerful drug on this planet.

Anger, it turns out, is a renewable source of fuel.

The more you get past pain, the more it goes from coal to diamond.

I just know that, at that moment, I remember feeling like the world had turned itself inside out. It's the child who's supposed to cry, and the mom who makes it all better, not the other way around, which is why mothers will move heaven and earth to hold it together in front of their own kids.

I would come to learn that the alpha female can read every single bit of food you put into your body. Make a choice that'a going to keep you strong and fit for the pack and you will pass muster; make a choice that's the equivalent of chocolate cake in the human world and you'll wind up urinating in streams to disguise your scent, or else suffer the consequences.

I love that she's tough as nails one moment and soft as suede the next.

My grandmother smiled, and that was all it took for me to stop seeing the scar, and to recognize her again. "Yes," she said. "But see how much of me is left?