Quotes About Strength

None of these doe-eyed beauties, she reminded herself, would last an hour with him in his real skin. He was too wild, too strong, too demanding, and too aggravating. He was perfect.

Ena Mercant didn't believe in flaws or perfection. "We are who we are and we are strong" was her oft-stated motto. It was a motto that had been passed down from one head of the family to the next in an unbroken line.

His Starlight should've been in bed, resting. Instead, she was here, fighting to clean up a mess of violence, fighting to save lives. Because she was Silver Fucking Mercant, and she was as tough as any bear in StoneWater. Including its alpha.

She gave a frustrated little cry. "Everyone thinks I should be wrapped up in cotton wool and babied-when I'm not being pitied, that is! But I'm no tame housecat. I never have been. What was done to me didn't alter that. I'm attracted to Judd's strength-give me a nice gentle puppy dog of a man and I'd drive him to tears within the hour.

I don't need a mate," she muttered, staring up at the bright circle of the early autumn moon. "But can't you send me a nice, sexy, strong male to dance with? Pretty please?

Tell me about him... please.

Most hunters can take care of themselves." "So can most vampires of my strength," he said with the confidence that made him so attractive. "That doesn't mean I would not be delighted if you showed a care for this Cajun's hide.

When you're broken," she whispered to the man who would save the world for her, "you can't see hope. We must be their hope.

Truth was, she liked that about him, liked that he always treated her as if he believed she had the strength to stand against him.

I'm scared all the time," he admitted, bracing his hands on the counter. "I know he's powerful, I've seen him in battle, and yet the fear crushes me." "Of course it does." Elena let her wing overlap his. "That's what it means to love someone.

As beautiful and dangerous and lonely as you

Damage meant nothing except that the person had lived life and taken a few knocks along the way.

If I lose him, I'll break." His mind touched hers. You can't break, Ivy. You're the only home my Arrows know—no matter what, that home must survive.

He wasn't alpha because he played nice when his people were threatened. And his woman? He'd lay waste to the world for her.

Janvier was six feet three inches of pure indulgent sex. He wasn't even trying to project that at this instant—his sexual attractiveness was innate, created by his confidence, the lithe strength of his body, the lazy smile that said he knew every sin and had invented a few new ones.

Mis amantes siempre han sido mujeres guerreras. La fuerza me intriga.

When he is not broken, Raphael said, he is a shooting star caught midfall.

We're all a little broken. No one goes through life with a whole heart. -Keir, Healer

Love, she realized at that terrible moment of truth, could be incredibly unselfish, even when it hurt until she bled.

After seeing what you did to that car, I don't think any of these punks are going to be playing chicken with you." Grin feral, the other man slapped him on the shoulder, his strength reverberating through Ethan. "Trust Selya to find herself a mate who can cut people in half.

We're all a little broken. No one goes through life with a whole heart.

Never lose your heart, Elena. No matter if the world tells you it makes you weak. Immortals have so much power. It is good to have a weakness.

If she could've found the will power to speak, the brain cells to construct thought, she would've told Clay he was a god. It was a good thing she was too wiped out or he would never let her forget it

You're calling Illium a pretty boy?" Elena snorted, glad to focus on something other than the heavy cloud of death that hung over the city. "Have you looked in a mirror lately?" "I have scars, like any respectable male.