Quotes About Strength

I don't run away from a challenge because I am afraid. Instead, I run towards it because the only way to escape fear is to trample it beneath your foot

Love doesn't cast out fear but makes it possible to weep, howl, at least.

We are moving from Iron Dome to an Iron fist.

I'm the hunter," Elena reminded him. "I should go first." "Of course you may go first. When I am dead.

Elena: "I guess a dying woman can be stupid if she wants. I'm crazy about you, Archangel. You scare the shit out of me at times, but I want to dance with you anyway.

I'm crazy about you, Archangel. You scare the shit out of me at times, but I want to dance with you anyway.

I have something for you." "Yeah? What? Is it shiny?" They both waited until Indigo had jogged away before resuming their conversation. "So," Riley asked, "what have you got for me?" Taking his hand, she placed it palm-down over her heart. It would hurt like a bitch, she thought, but he was hers to protect as much as she was his. "Me." And she opened up her soul, laid herself bare.

I look into my heart and see the abyss looking back at me.' 'I won't let you fall.

Some things need to be broken to become stronger.

You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I'll never recover.

Ah baby, you know I do what I want." Rubbing his chin on her hair, he squeezed her hip. "Man and wolf, we both adore you. No way am I letting you go after the hell you've put me through over the years.

Hawke," he said. "That's the word you need to be saying.

Your love is a fierce thing, Elena, a thing with claws and teeth when it comes to protecting those you claim.

Maybe, just maybe, two broken people could manage to create something whole.

For a hunter, her shields were surprisingly weak, as if she somehow still saw innocence in the world. Then she will kill you. She will make you mortal. Was it not worth the loss of a little immortality to have that strange mix of innocence and strength close to him?

Arms wrapped around his neck, she kissed his temple. "I'm sorry I scared you." It wasn't the done thing for an archangel to admit fear, but he was hers, and she'd hurt him without meaning to; it was up to her to fix her mistake. His wings shifted, but he didn't extricate their bodies. "I didn't know fear until you, Elena. Use the power wisely.

There is a dark music in the screams of your enemies." (Raphael)

You chose a warrior, remember?" "As you chose an archangel.

He was strong. And his heart, it was breaking.

In my time," he said, "they believed in witches. Are you a witch, Honor, that you make me say these things to you?" Causing him to rip open wounds that had stayed safely scabbed over for so long that, most of the time, he managed to forget they existed. Her hands, so very, very gentle, continued to hold his face as she tugged him down until their foreheads touched. "I'm no witch, Dmitri. If I was, I'd know how to fix you.

You almost died." "But you brought me back." She cupped his face in her hands. "I always knew you were there. Death didn't have a chance against the Wall.

While Dmitri, as the leader of Raphael's Seven, could not accept such a weakness, the mortal he'd once been, the one who had loved a woman with a wide mouth and eyes of slanted brown . . . that man understood what it was to love so deeply it was a kind of beautiful madness.

Life might hurt, might bruise, might forever scar, but it was for living.

To Vasic, Aden had helped him stay sane. To Aden, Vasic had helped him stay upright when he would've fallen. One lost boy helping another.