Quotes About Strength

attack being the best form of defence, and never ever show that you might be in pain. That would only invite more violence because pity was for wimps and wimps could not survive round here

that you didn't work just for the money, you worked for the freedom work gave you, for the chance to be a stronger, more interesting version of yourself.

Fighting back is what I've discovered I do best.

C'è sempre qualcosa che arriva a spezzarti il cuore, anche quando pensi che non ci sia più niente da spezzare.

Io so come ci si sente a essere sfigurati e devastati, solo che stavolta tutto questo sta fuori di me. A ogni modo, ho scoperto che combattere è la cosa che mi viene meglio

Because the truth is, the world will probably whittle your daughter down. But a mother never should.

I think having the knowledge, plus the experiences you've lived through, make you definitely not fragile. They make you brave.

When women got into positions of power, they calibrated and recalibrated tenderness and strength, modulating and correcting. Power and love didn't often live side by side. If one came in, the other might go.

So many people don't even know what hits them when they grow up. They feel clobbered over the head the minute the first thing goes wrong, and they spend the rest of their lives trying to avoid pain at all costs. But you all know that avoiding pain is impossible. And I think having that knowledge, plus the experiences you've lived through, make you definitely not fragile. They make you brave.

Corporate America had tried to get women to behave as badly as men, Faith Frank said, but women did not have to capitulate. They could be strong and powerful, all the while keeping their integrity and decency.

You are the only one I can trust about this," Ash said. Which was maybe just another version of what Cathy Kiplinger had said to Jules: you are weak.

Why did a strong woman need to be her own shield

To live in a world of female power—mutual power—felt like a desirable dream to Zee. Having power meant that the world was like a pasture with the gate left open, and that there was nothing stopping you, and you could run and run.

Girls weren't weak. They had a softness sometimes, but not all the time.

He crashed quietly through the world.

And I also know that pain can seem like an endless ribbon. You pull it and you pull it. You keep gathering it towards you, and as it collects, you really can't believe that there's something else at the end of it. Something that isn't just pain.

She'd learned to be composed in public, even as she was once again most likely falling apart.

They crossed the Smith campus in clusters, these girls, as though they might simply tip over if forced to stand alone.

Apparently you didn't require air when you were a teenager. You made your own air.

What sort of man would stay with her and not be threatened by her excesses, her rage, her spirit, her skill? Who was he, this phantom, unthreatened husband who was still attractive and strong himself? Maybe he lived under a rock somewhere, sliding out once in a while to celebrate the big ideas of his brilliant wife, before returning to the shadows.

It felt like you could hurt her just by looking at her, or you could never hurt her at all.

Bobby pins crunching under my feet, I walk through, surveying the damaged girlness.

This is my body, and I can make it do things. I can make it spin, flip, fly.

That she was both fearless and fragile and could be hurt badly in ways he could not fix.