“The strength of a woman is not measured by the impact that all her hardships in life have had on her; but the strength of a woman is measured by the extent of her refusal to allow those hardships to dictate her and who she becomes.”
"I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful a faery’s child. Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I made a garland for her head, She looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. I set her on my pacing steed And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faery’s song. She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna-dew, And sure in language strange she said ‘I love thetrue.'La Belle Dame Sans Merci, by John Keats.