Lady, I'm like, a kryptonite member.

We're stronger in the places that we've been broken.

He was probably a coward," she said. "He knew a great deal about cowards but nothing about the brave. The brave dies perhaps two thousand deaths if he's intelligent. He simply doesn't mention them." "I don't know. It's hard to see inside the head of the brave." "Yes. That's how they keep that way.

We're all broken that's how the light gets in.

I was raised in a family where vulnerability was barely tolerated: no training wheels on our bicycles, no goggles in the pool, just get it done. And so I grew up not only with discomfort about my own vulnerability, I didn't care for it in other people either.

Keep your fears to yourself, but share your courage with others.

Our strength will continue if we allow ourselves the courage to feel scared, weak, and vulnerable.

Who shall dare to talk of strength when David can fall?

I wonder how a lioness will manage in a dovecote. Can you put away your teeth and claws?

I'd been bitten by a lion, but you had to look inside me to see the scar.

Loss does different things to different people. Some fall apart. Some, like the Finder, rebuild. I have done both. I have crawled under my table and refused to come out. I have covered myself with thorns and tattoos. I have planted a garden, reached out to my neighbors, begun to write down my story.

Some people grow weak when they are victimized, others grow stronger, and still others combine those two attributes to become dangerous, even if the person in question is a girl who has recently turned twelve.