Quotes About Strength

You're so beautiful," he murmured. "So beautiful. You're kind and smart and the best lover I will ever have. And I love you. And you probably don't believe that and think I'm too young, but I've believed I was in love a thousand times, and this is the first time it made me better. Made me stronger. Made me someone who can really love and not someone who is constantly begging for what the world won't give me. You did that.

You live. Whether I'm out there or not, you live. Because leaving you is going to be like ripping my arms off, and my lungs, and all the other things, and the only thing keeping me from bleeding out is going to be knowing you're okay. So you find a purpose, you start school, you fall in love again, but you live!

I'm not leaving, and I'm not giving up. I think I've finally learned my lesson. Men stay.

Yeah, you gotta stomp down on your emotions until they rise up, grab you by the throat, shake you around a little, and then grind you into the pavement. I've done that.

You're a hero for walking away," Jackson said soberly. "You're a hero for pressing charges. You're a hero for dealing with that for eleven years and still believing in the good in people. You'll never fool me again, asshole. I know who I'm dealing with now." Henry's eyes burned.

God, Con. The way he talked about you—I'm surprised you didn't go stark-raving bonkers in public sooner. But then I guess we both know which one of you was stronger.

He didn't have to be a hero anymore, he had his own personal hero to defend him. Wasn't that miracle enough?

If he'd grown up in Death Valley, he figured driving an ambulance in Kuwait wouldn't feel like the seventh sphincter of the armpit demon living in hell's tenth colon.

The whole world trembled under the two of them, and the only time it felt right and solid was when they were close like this, close enough to touch.

But maybe cotton candy dreams show a person where the bones of real dreams may lie. Maybe if they had steel in their hearts and spines, they could build a skyscraper out of dreams and put that steel in the girders and the clear glass of vision in the windows, and the bedrock of their faith in the foundation.

Then you understand," he growled. "Nobody but me gets to see your nightmares. You're going to play the caveman thing with me, then we're both in the same goddamned cave.

love working out," Ethan said sincerely. "I mean, at first I did it because, well, I was hanging out with the kids who got the crap beat out of them most of the time. But now? Man, just… just having that much power over your body? It's priceless. The whole world can be falling to shit, but

best you can. You can. I think you're doing okay, man. I really do.

The man I fought with, the man who comforted me, the man who tried valiantly to slay my inner dragons on a daily basis, in spite of their preference for the tender flesh near his heart.

There would be no intimacy unless Ace willed it to be, and getting his asshole destroyed by the crisp-moving, slow-talking military man would have simply been a way for Jackson to be all he could be.

cause you're gentle enough to tame a rabbit but fierce enough to keep him safe—

The fist of God grabbed their helicopter, crumpled it into tinfoil, and threw it over his shoulder.

Until Quinlan had sobbed in his arms, he hadn't realized what an act of bravery falling in love was.

Jeffy the weak is the guy who would have bailed on you to cry in his room while your mother took you to the hospital. As God is my witness, Collin Waters, you are never going to meet Jeffy the weak.

How resilient did someone have to be to have gone through all of that and still have a laugh that rang through the trees like bells, making them holy?

There was nothing weak about not liking your coffee to taste like crap.

You can't leave me," he whispered. "It's just that simple. No Deacon, no Crick. I'm not strong like Jeff. I can't just keep going for years and make everybody laugh and not take anything good for myself. I need you.

Smart, tough, fearless—tears were a sign of nothing but an emotional trigger system that didn't mesh well with mascara

Hammer", I finished lamely, as he waited patiently for my thoughts to find their voice, "we have got to find better words for the things we have in our hearts." "Words seem to be weak things," he murmured into my hair, and I could only hope our hearts would prove stronger.