Quotes About Strength

By strengthening our compassion, we give fuel to our courage and determination.

There was a very nice boy once who said, "Don't worry, Laura. I know you're really very sweet and gentle underneath." And another with, "You're strong, like an earth mother." And a third, "You're so beautiful when you're angry." My guts on the floor, you're so beautiful when you're angry. I want to be recognized.

Courage is willful hope.

Aggressive and bellicose persons," said Janet with care, "always assume that unaggressive and pacific persons cannot protect themselves. "Why is that?

WE WUZ PUSHED.

Thus in the bad days, in the dark swampy times.

What I learned late in life, under my rain of lava, under my kill-or-cure, unhappily, slowly, stubbornly, barely, and in really dreadful pain, was that there is one and only one way to possess that in which we are defective, therefore that which we need, therefore that which we want. Become it.

I have had my share of trouble and sickness but always somewhere in me there is a little spot of warmth and joy to make it all easier, like a traveler's fire burning out in the wilderness on a cold night.

FRETTING MAGNIFIES THE PROBLEM, BUT PRAYER MAGNIFIES GOD.

When we're distracted and discouraged, tired and overwhelmed, there is no better place to go than to our Father. He alone has what we need. Don't snivel under a broom tree. Don't hide in a broom closet. Go to the Lord and let him sweep away your discouragement.

For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind" (2 Timothy 1:7, KJV).

You deserve a man who'll fight for you, baby girl. You remember that, all right?

One of her in dirty sweats is worth ten of you naked on your knees, so get the fuck out.

Just let me be strong for you for a minute, okay?" He said softly. "You've held on for a long time, sweetheart. Nobody can say you haven't been strong. But it's been a hell of a night, so why don't you let me hold you and help you right now, okay?

Fuckin' Mother Teresa of the MC world, Horse," Ruger chimed in. "Brings a tear to my eye.

Now you're whining because of a broken hand? I thought you were hardcore and shit, but you're just a little girl with a badge.

Guys from Roseburg could do it. Thoughts?

I'm not a bitch," I replied, and it took everything I had to keep my voice steady. "I'm a mother . I can't afford to play games with you, Ruger. You'll break me.

Jesus . . ." he groaned. "You got two seconds before I lay you over that table and fuck you so hard it breaks. Swear to God, Soph.

Life is too short to let a man call the shots.

Ruger liked a touch of pain, I decided, so I did my best to crush him with my inner muscles. I'm generous that way.

Like she was dancing through life to some song nobody else could hear. Never met another woman like her-she wasn't just sexy, she was a survivor and I admired that.

I thought you were going to die. Marie saved your life, did he tell you that?" "Yeah," Horse said, closing his eyes again. Fuck, but he was tired. "Fuckin' pansy," Picnic said, and Horse heard him laugh, as if from a distance. "Damn woman had to protect him, lazy asshole wouldn't even get up off the ground. Dripping blood, making a mess…

Sometimes you have to fight what won't yield and put yourself where it's safe to be crazy.