Quotes About Strength

Courage is the watchword Miss Armstrong.

She wanted to be left alone in peace, to disappear into her own quiet world and meditate upon death. Death. Yes, she could form that blunt, obscene word too. But instead she was the one who was going to have to be kind and strong and say that everything was going to be all right (which it clearly was not) and that she had come to terms with it.

i will be the hunter, not the hunted. diana, not the stag. the arrow, not the bow.

She said to him once that when women learned that wall anchors weren't the mysterious objects they thought they were, they would rule the world.

Sylvie considered that children should be toughened up early, the better to take the blows in later life.

She placed a protective hand on her bag. It contained two envelopes stuffed with twenties -- five thousand pounds in all -- that she'd just removed from her account at Yorkshire Bank. She would like to see someone trying to snatch it from her -- she was looking forward to beating them to a pulp with her bare hands. No point in having weight, Tracy reasoned, if you weren't prepared to throw it around.

She was the deer. She was the arrow, She was the queen. She was the contradiction, She was the synthesis. Juliet ran.

It was then that Teddy realised that they were not so much warriors as sacrifices for the greater good. Birds thrown against a wall, in the hope that eventually, if there were enough birds, they would break that wall.

one grief after another—her brothers, Father, the money, not to mention the war itself—had taken its toll on her and she had allowed herself to be worn down on the grindstone of Mother.

Men fell down. Women stood up.

You were very brave,' Nancy said, with the same encouraging indifference

No matter how your world falls apart—and honey, that's what happens: we all build ourselves a world, and then it falls apart—but no matter how that happens, you still have the kind heart you've had since you were a child, and that's what really counts. And I will always be here for you, my butzalah. I love you, Katherine.

Exhaustion was pressing upon and overpowering her. Good-by--because I love you. He did not know; he did not understand. He would never understand. Perhaps Doctor Mandelet would have understood if she had seen him--but it was too late; the shore was far behind her, and her strength was gone. She looked into the distance, and the old terror flamed up for an instant, then sank again.

She had resolved to never take another step backward.

Well, for instance, when I left her today, she put her arms around me and felt my shoulder blades, to see if my wings were strong, she said.

But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely.

She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those blue patches of sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.

There was with her a feeling of having descended in the social scale, with a corresponding sense of having risen in the spiritual. Every step which she took toward relieving herself from obligations added to her strength and expansion as an individual. She began to look with her own eyes; to see and to apprehend the deeper undercurrents of life. No longer was she content to "feed upon opinion" when her own soul had invited her.

She grew daring and reckless, overestimating her strength. She wanted to swim far out, where no woman had swum before.

There was something in her attitude, in her whole appearance when she leaned her head against the high-backed chair and spread her arms, which suggested the regal woman, the one who rules, who looks on, who stands alone.

The bird that would soar above the plane of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings.

Every step which she took toward relieving herself from obligations added to her strength and expansion as an individual.

Conditions would some way adjust themselves, she felt; but whatever came, she had resolved never again to belong to another than herself.

She said it over and over under her breath: "free, free, free!" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.