Quotes About Strength

He shook his head. "I see you trying to be tough skinned, but that makes sense. As a woman you'll have to work twice as hard for everything. I'm not sure I could do it." He lit a cigarette and drew on it, the end flaring red in the dark. When he released the held smoke, he looked at me. "I think you're rather brave, actually." Was

kama Simba, sisi Askari wote ni hodari. Fierce like the lion are we, soldiers all are brave.

Wanda and I lock eyes, laughing. "What's so funny?" Will wants to know. "Your face," Wanda says with a wink, and just like that I love her. The world needs an army of Wandas—strong, sarcastic, unafraid women who say what they think and act straightforwardly, without apology or permission. Women who roar instead of flinch. "Hilarious," Will says flatly. "Just bring me a drink, will you?

few hours later, when Dynasty danced onto the track, I felt my pulse jump. Her coat gleamed. Her steps were high and springing and confident. She didn't look like the six-year-old mare D had turned over to me months before, but like a queen.

because you can't chart a course around anything you're afraid of. You can't run from any part of yourself, and it's better that you can't. Sometimes I've thought it's only our challenges that sharpen us, and change us, too—a

Family life worked most clearly for us when we were alone, at the end of the day, reconnecting and shoring each other up.

I would show her I wasn't a bit of cobweb in the corner, something to be wiped or straightened, but a rival worth her notice. I would learn her ways and habits, and track her closely until I knew what she was and how to best her, and what precisely it would take to steal my good life back.

Long ago Corolla told me that it's not what happens to us that matters most, but how we can learn to carry it.

There's death in life, Anna, things too impossible to bear. So many things, and yet we bear them.

Sometimes when you're hurting, it helps to throw yourself at something that will take your weight.

No matter how resilient children can be, or how wanted, loved, and nurtured they are by their new parents, the original wounds of abandonment and rejection aren't just magically healed. Grit and inner strength don't altogether heal those wounds, either, because the parenting piece is primal. Mothers and fathers are supposed to stay. That's the original human story, in every culture, since the beginning of time.

but I believe even the toughest kinds of

After talking with many of them and seeing how they lived, I realized they didn't have an endless supply of bravery, because no one ever did. When courage failed them, they would find a way to stand their ground anyway and fight on spirit alone. They had grit rather than bravery.

How dreadful it would be if everything toppled you and you folded in.

But some of us, a very few in the end, bet on marriage against the odds. And though I didn't feel holy, exactly, I did feel that what we had was rare and true—and that we were safe in the marriage we had built and were building every day. This

But what else is there? If we give up now, we're done for." "I might just crawl under my bed and not come out until I'm old and doddering and can't remember feeling anything for anyone at all." She nodded. "You want to, but you won't.

When things got hard and you felt shaky, she liked to say, you could hit your knees wherever you were, and the world would be there to catch you.

And men always seem to have a more difficult time compartmentalizing at these times than women, I've found. Women are stronger because they have to be.

His every movement was laced with a lethal combination of grace and strength, a lord among mere mortals. He was confident, arrogant, composed and unfazed by her best efforts to beguile him.

He glanced down between his legs and shook his head with utter disgust. How was he supposed to ravage virgins with that feeble thing? Padgora the White would pay for taking that from him as well. He

Her slender shoulders slumped making Marcus want to go to her and vow he'd never hurt her the way he could as a Drakkon.

Don't spend your strength on women." Even great men are destroyed this way. A man who gives his heart to God first will be able to love and serve a woman without being dependent on her. He is standing on his own two feet because he knows what it is to bow his knee and his will before God.

A man does not go to a woman to get his strength; he goes to her to offer it."7

It is common knowledge that Belle women make hard men melt like butter in a pan. They are equally adept at reversing the process.