Quotes About Struggle

The sweetness of victory and the bitterness of defeat are alike a knife of dreams

They made Rand's bile rise. Use what you must use, or let the Shadow cover the land.

swimming naked in a river of fire churned to rapids by jagged boulders of ice.

Twice the Dragon, for the price he must pay.

Finally the gleeman seemed to tire of hearing him say "I will do what I must," and stopped coming. It seemed that he did not want to compose his epic unless it could be full of pained emotion. The man looked frustrated when he stalked off for the last time, cloak fluttering furiously behind him.

But hope is like a piece of string when you're drowning; it just isn't enough to get you out by itself.

For him to be in this condition almost robbed Rand of what courage he had managed to gather. But he had to keep on. That was all that kept him moving. He had to.

You cannot make the land go against itself. Not for long; the land will rebel.

She made me like her, and I cannot stop, and I hate her for it!" Said

You must learn to ride fate. Only by surrendering to the Pattern can you begin to have some control over the course of your own life. If you fight, the Pattern will still force you, and you will find only misery where you might have found contentment instead.

In the Borderlands, her people had a saying: "Only the Dark One stays the same." Men grew and progressed; the Shadow just remained as it was. Evil.

Humankind is made for uncertainly, struggle, choice and change.

Mat's other blade stabbed into his chest, he squealed, eyes

different company. He was not sure how Egwene felt, but he would have been willing to go hungry if he could do it without the wolves. Three days, into the afternoon.

Kan ve lanet küller!

gallop could not take him away from his own thoughts. Death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain. So many duties. Egwene. The Horn. Fain. Mat and his dagger. Why can't there just be one at a time? I have to take care of all of them. Oh, Light, Egwene!

I have tried to kill him," he babbled. "Rand al'Thor. I have tried! But I cannot find him. I cannot! I was told my family would be killed if I failed, one by one. I was promised I would be last! I have cousins, yet. Nephews. Nieces. I have another sister! You must give me more time!

What about me?" Her grin stopped just short of outright laughter. "The same kind of things as the rest. A sword that isn't a sword, a golden crown of laurel leaves, a beggar's staff, you pouring water on sand, a bloody hand and a white-hot iron, three women standing over a funeral bier with you on it, black rock wet with blood—

I was never much good at helping people with their problems." And worse with my own, he thought.

On the heights, the paths are paved with daggers.

Peace is far off yet,' he said softly. 'It will be blood and death for some time to come.' 'It always is,' Bashere replied quietly, and Rand did not know which statement he was speaking to. Perhaps both.

That mountain can grow awfully heavy sometimes," he sighed, taking a spear and buckler from Rhuarc. "When do you find a chance to put it down awhile?" "When you die," Lan said simply.

When the winds of Tarmon Gai'don scour the earth, he will face the Shadow and bring forth Light again in the world.

No masterwork comes without a price, he thought. That doesn't mean it's not worth forging.