Quotes About Strength

She sees to oars and oarlocks for the dinghy, has placed wild flowers at the window at breakfast, sat by the potter's wheel at midday, set forth three children under the moon, three cherubs drawn by Michelangelo, done this with her legs spread out in the terrible months in the chapel.

Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings

She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.

She refused to let common sense cloud her judgment.

Bravest thing about people is how they go on loving mortal beings after finding out there's such a thing as dying.

Her father said she was a princess. He did not see that she was a brave knight.

Sometimes superheroes are born, sometimes they are made. Sometimes they make themselves. Sometimes all it takes is will.

No one took her seriously because she was small and feathered, a strange little dino-bird, but she had a sickle claw and she was not afraid to use it.

They were princesses once, charged with saving the kingdom from a dragon, and whoever could defeat it would be queen. Daisy used strength, Amelia wits, and Isabelle fell in love with the dragon, because that's the sort of girl she was. She rid the kingdom of the dragon, and then made it its king.

That was the point where she was supposed to sound tough, like she was someone to be reckoned with, like she was the sort of person witches should listen to. Was this really her plan? She sounded like a child.

How she hated the weakness of her human heart.

Sometimes the monsters come harder when you dare stomp. Sometimes you need to bring the whole house down.

Asking for help does not mean that we are weak or incompetent. It usually indicates an advanced level of honesty and intelligence.

If one has the will and persistence, one CAN do things . . . always try every possible way, and if you don't see a way, ask for help . . . COURAGE ALL THE TIME.

They knew where they were going by then—Ravensbrück, the concentration camp set up by Himmler in 1938 for all the women who did not fit the Aryan Kinder-Küche-Kirche ideal: criminals, prostitutes, Roma, and, in recent years, increasing numbers of Resistance fighters from all over Europe.

The loner who looks fabulous is one of the most vulnerable loners of all.

But should it matter what we do as long as we use our strength courageously and lead a life without desperation to the end? Isn't it wrong to escape, make a detour and be lost, all of which have led me here to the farthest-flung edge of the world? Wouldn't I have had a good courageous life if only I had been able to resist sickness and fear? Will I be made to face the consequences just because I had nothing to counter a nameless and agonizing desperation?

Home, Sabrina thought, was not a place, but a state of being, a meeting of minds and hearts. Home was the one's strength balancing the other's weakness. Home was the instinctive knowledge of when and where to listen or speak, to hug or hold, to stroke or kiss. Home was the person who completed you in the way only heaven could ordain.

She refused to consider what losing him forever might do to her.

Why me?" she asked, holding on to him. "Because you cared," he whispered. "You cared so much for your people, it broke your heart to see the pack in ruins. You cared so much for your mother, you risked your life for hers. You cared enough to save someone who wanted you dead. And because you walk like a queen.

In his wolf-skin he was as strong as any of them, but he was a gentle person in many ways. He'd feel so bad about failing he'd probably step aside for someone else without a fight.

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Annie Barrows

Sammy La Barba