Strength To Strength Novels & Stories

She gives me a moment to ponder her words. Am I strong? I’ve always viewed strength as something you measure physically, not mentally or emotionally, and even then I still feel I’m weaker than most people. Yet, I have Chris, Setia and so many others trying to tell me I’m a strong person, but I don’t know if I am. I want to believe what they all are saying, but I think it’s going to take more time before that happens.

and that hit exactly where it needed to, because adaptation was the only reason we were still standing. He nodded once, slow and deliberate, then exhaled, not tension, not anger, something closer to release, “I used to think strength came from power,” he said, voice steadier now, “now I think it comes from knowing what not to destroy,” and I almost smiled, “that’s restraint,” I said, but he shook his head, correcting me, “no, that’s having something worth protecting.”

Susan asked. “Each kill you bring to Chadwick’s followers does strengthen you, but it also weakens you as well.” Susan shook her head and fully turned to face Eleanor. “What do you mean it strengthens me, but also weakens me? How could something be the cause of your strength, and weakness.” Eleanor looked at her. “Love does that a lot.” “Yeah, you do have a good point,” Susan said. “But really, what is this?”

I argued. “No,” he cut in, strongly. “You’re strong and I have seen and realized that. It's a fact but strength also means knowing when to stop because your body demands it.’ I looked at him, then sighed softly. “Fine,” I muttered.

“I’m not fragile.” “You’re sick, baby. That’s different. And you’re not alone in this.” She sighed deeply, her stomach still churning faintly. “I hate this. I hate being weak.” “You’re not weak,” he said firmly. “You’re growing life. That’s strength.” She peeked at him with half-lidded eyes, her voice softer. “You make it sound noble.” “It is,” he insisted. “And you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known.”

Grasp the valorous act, yet still fill it with real humility. Dust off the weakness, and prove your strength as a powerful individual. Do something. Just do something more.

"Your methods of training are so unconventional but I know you don't hate me. " I want you to know that I didn't mean to hate you." "I know but those methods are archaic. Nobody chops wood these days? I do not understand how those logs of wood were even carried." He chuckled, staring at me with bright eyes. I only glanced at him for a minute, hiding the blush on my cheeks. "Manual labour is quite a thing around here. Strength is one thing you must have. Some have strength twice as much, not everyone has the same level of strength. Great strength comes from rage and if it is controlled,your strength can be put to good use."

The teacher turned back towards the board. Beneath the two wolves, he wrote a single word. ADVANTAGE The white stone scratched softly across the surface. Several students leaned forward. Others immediately began copying the word onto their memory parchments. The teacher stepped back. “Tell me,” he said. “What is strength?” A few students exchanged uncertain glances. Before anyone could answer, the teacher continued. “It is an advantage.” He drew a short line beneath the word. “Speed is an advantage.”

Something quieter. Stronger. Staying. Just like him.

Because there are many people who need my help more than you. - Even if I could get up and stand to enter the battle or simply guide the little ones to another place, I don't have the strength I had before. I'm weak. Demonstration of strength is not how much weight you can carry or how many you can knock down, it's being able to exceed your limit, when you fall defeated and still create strength to rise and fight again. That's how you measure a person's strength, it's just from there. Have you come this far and found your limit to give up? To think it's enough fighting? In war, this is no excuse. It's being dead or alive. - She took the head of a girl who was dead near her and threw it in fr