Lemah Jadi Kuat Novels & Stories

Amen. Go build up. Life safe. All safe within of range. Amen. Do not count things. Value them. Go celebrate the day. Learn new things anyway. Come up with speed. You crash your weaknesses. Build up safe. Strength is safe. Only logic is right. Rest all is obsolete. Remember my words. Do not put them to disgrace. May you be praised. May this day create you better than yesterday. Amen. Do not count what you have. Value each thing you hold. Counting is always a wrong approach. Go make this day. Go create new place. For not sin but minor flaws you need to fight. This day. This day. Have victory over your weakness. Anyway. Amen. Go build your day. Let strength pour in. Sanity is strength. Anyway.

I yelled "Okay,you didn't reject me huh,fine,but you hated me,cause I was weak,you said you were different,I didn't forget that treyson,you said you were different from your parents and the rest but you lied!you just made things worst,you saw me suffer,Jesus Christtt!that's so wicked and selfish of you!I almost lost my life!my fucking life and you did nothing about it and here you are claiming you're my mate!"I yelled so high "Mera"Lemuel warned

She looked at me, confused. “I lack in so many ways. Every way. And I have realized that knowledge is not everything, and I don’t even have that kind of knowledge... yet. So, how do I… get stronger?” she asked. “First, by trusting yourself that you can. And second, as a mortal, you have your limitations. A lot of them. But limitations are not weaknesses; they are your guide. They are like the levels that you need to cross to upgrade yourself.”

Megan shares a small smile and adds, “I just stopped caring about what it said a couple of years ago. It hasn’t been long, but it’s a breath of fresh air.” Naia smiles upon understanding the heartfelt revelation. “I’m glad to hear that.” “The struggle was... real. It wasn’t easy getting here,” Megan explains, “But a day will come when it just finally dawns on you, ‘Oh these are my strengths and these are my weaknesses’. ‘Here’s the beauty, here’s the beast’. You’re not gonna like yourself all the Goddamn time, but those are the moments when you realize that you’re human. And all you can do, really, is become a better version of you, the best. And no one can change that but you.”

Like Carol said, it's okay to be weak. ******

He had brought me sugar water laced with moonwine and sat beside me. "Vuko," I remember him saying, "Remember this feeling." I had looked at him, horrified. Why would I want to remember feeling like a complete loser, totally broken, ashamed of myself? But Frey went on. "This is the feeling that unlocks your true strength," he says. "Because when you pick yourself up and you go out and you try again--and you will--what you will remember is that you did. You alone. You did what you thought you couldn't. What others thought you couldn't. That's courage. That's strength."

“ I am_" “ Wait, don't give any excuse right now. I only want one thin from you ..I want you to fight for yourself right now. Fight for your freedom. You are one of the smartest students here at college. Your mom didn't raise you to become such a weakling . Please for the sake of us who love you .Stop being such aweak person." She says **

“I’m not like you or dad, I don’t know how to do it, how to take my emotion and just set it aside to do things that will bring me the long term reward like you always say. Even right now, I just feel so scared about Tatum signing the divorce papers even though I keep telling him to…” “Leila, that is exactly what strength feels like, it is not the absence of weakness or pain or sorrow, it’s the ability to pick yourself and work your way back up afterwards. When Tatum married you, I was scared, scared you won’t be able to do it, especially without your wolf but I’ve watched you in these last two years handle it like you were born to be Luna,” Liana moves Leila’s head up and stares into her eye

But Jonah had, without putting in extra efforts, dashed my hope of becoming stronger. Even when I had made use of the Vibrous effortlessly and indirectly, showing me that I was weak and that I would remain weak, shattering all the strength I had feigned.

Leah navigates the streets with the confidence of someone who knows exactly where she's going, taking turns without hesitation, her fingers drumming against the steering wheel to music only she can hear. "You're nervous," she observes, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. "Terrified," I admit. "What if I'm not cut out for this? What if I'm too weak, too broken?" I let myself be truthful for once. "Athena." Her voice is firm but gentle. "Strength isn't about never being broken. It's about what you do with the pieces." ........ Leah stops in front of a cozy Italian restaurant, its warm lights spilling onto the sidewalk where couples sit at outdoor tables sharing wine and laughter.