strong-women

With God, you are stronger than your struggles and more fierce than your fears. God provides comfort and strength to those who trust in Him. Be encouraged, keep standing, and know that everything's going to be alright.

I__e often thought it unfair that women are expected to stay at home when there__ a fight to be won. If awoman has the strength to bear a child, she can swing a sword as well as any man.

He stared at her a moment longer, then laughed softly. __ wouldn__ love you if you were any weaker,_ he said, and let go of her.

You can be strong as any boy if you'll work hard and train yourself in athletics, the way boys do.

Whether I felt strong and courageous or not, I would now have to be for my baby boy.

I slept that night in the room I used to have when I was a little boy, with the summer wind blowing in at the windows, bringing the smell of the ripe fields. I lay awake and watched the moonlight shining over the barn and the stacks and the pond, and the windmill making its old dark shadow against the blue sky.

You are the Worst Kind of Animal.A Butcher By Day and a Pussy cat By Night.

Standing in front of him I wipe his liquid from the corner of my mouth and stare deeply. I can see the panic in his eyes. I can smell his fear, deep, rich and growing, and for the first time tonight I__ actually aroused.

You__e a lady. It__ written all over you, but the West doesn__ forgive any woman-unless she__ got a man.

Balsa seemed invincible, endowed with powers no other warrior could match, but in her profile he could glimpse the shadow of a young girl, hurt and buffeted by a cruel and hopeless fate. If he had never experienced what it was like to be at the mercy of fate himself, he would not have noticed, but now he could see it with unbearable, heartrending clarity.

To be a strong and empathetic person always requires us to trust that God will send angels to the people's heart we tried to reach, but couldn't.

I have licked the fire and danced in the ashes of every bridge I ever burned. I fear no hell from you.

She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.

I admired so many things about you. Almost everything. But I don__ want to wind up like you. I don__ want to starve to death, all alone on some island inside my own head. Hopeless.

She's an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind.

She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting you soul and dancing in its flames. And when she is gone, the smell of her smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you.

It was too familiar to Cody. He placed his arms around his wife trying somehow to shelter her from the reality she was facing. There was another reason for his closeness; his desperation to show her he was not one of them, that the tribes of cruel men did not recognize him as one of their own, and to show his wife that his promise to create a safe place for her was a promise she need not fear would be broken. In the innermost part of him, from the secret child that lives within all men, was a scared cry, __lease don__ think I__ bad too._ From the other innermost part of him, the secret animal that prowls in some men was a raging wolf ready to kill. The battle line within the man had been drawn. The boundaries of faith rose up around the rage, warning the soul against righteous anger morphing to blood lust.

Sometimes, people call my way of speaking ranting. Why are you always ranting and screaming, they ask. But here__ the thing_the reason why I rant is because I am a voice for many women that cannot speak out to heads of state, UN officials, and those that influence systems of oppression. And so I rant. And I will not stop ranting until my mission of equality of all girls is achieved.