Quotes About Struggle

The calm continueth not long without a storm," he said. "You lost me there." "The origin of the expression, the calm before the storm," he said. "From an unknown source in the sixteenth century. But it started a little different than how it's evolved. I like it more. The original idea that the calm can't last, not if you're really living. If you're living fully, the storm's coming to get you.

Decidió darle utilidad al estambre en lugar de desperdiciarlo y rabiosamente tejió y lloró, y lloró y tejió, hasta que en la madrugada terminó la colcha y se la echó encima. De nada sirvió. Ni esa noche ni muchas otras mientras vivió logró controlar el frí

Maldita decencia! ¡Maldito manual de Carreño! Por su culpa su cuerpo quedaba destinado a marchitarse poco a poco, sin remedio alguno. ¡Y maldito Pedro tan decente, tan correcto, tan varonil, tan... tan amado! -Tita

La vida le había enseñado que la cosa no era tan fácil, que son pocos los que pasándose de listos logran realizar sus deseos a costa de lo que sea, y que obtener el derecho de determinar su propia vida le iba a costar más trabajo del que se imaginaba.

At a certain point in his life he stopped searching for himself in everything that exists and gave in to temptations. Or, as you say, he sinned and later fled.

Prensar, destrozar y despellejar eran algunas de sus actividades favoritas.

El secuestro es una contradicción en un país que nació de la lucha contra la esclavitud"

Life had taught her that it was not that easy; there are few prepared to fulfill their desires whatever the cost, and the right to determine the course of one's own life would take more effort than she had imagined. That battle she had to fight alone, and it weighed on her.

It occurred to her that she could use her mother's strength right now. Mama Elena was merciless, killing with a single blow. But then again not always. For Tita she had made an exception; she had been killing her a little at a time since she was a child, and she still hadn't quite finished her off.

For Cortés, the conquest was a struggle of good against evil, of the true god against false gods, of superior beings against inferior beings.

The thousands of dismembered corpses, lifeless, purposeless, weighed heavily on Malinalli's spirit. Her soul was no longer her own; it had been captured during the struggle by all those silent, defenseless, unspared bodies.

I meant us," she whispered. "I destroyed us." His fingers tightened against her cheek. "I'm not destroyed." Her breath stopped. "I'm scarred." He withdrew his hand and closed it carefully into a fist at his side. Again it slid in search of a pocket, but found none in which to bury itself. "I'm battered. But I'm still standing, Kai.

Paris was a good place to fight your demons.

She was flushed, panting, and pissed off at him. The Holy Trinity of turn-ons, and he couldn't resist grabbing her hand and pulling her in for a kiss, but before his mouth connected, he got a sharp shove to the solar plexus.

The candle-light was dim, as though the darkness were trying to put it out.

Oh, Charles!" Ma said. "What will we do?" Pa slumped down on a bench and said, "I don't know.

In the bitter cold weather Pa could not be sure of finding any wild game to shoot for meat. The

Was that what she meant? Why she cried? Because he was an animal afraid to leave its cage, no words to say what he thought, no thoughts but muddled mad stupid thoughts?

Using love to escape love, groping for love outside the home - it's kind of like smoking and wearing a nicotine patch at the same time: two delivery systems for an addictive chemical substance that feels vitally necessary to your well-being at the moment, even if likely to wreak unknown havoc in the deepest fibers of your being at some unspecified future date.

Sometimes you have to destroy things, even people, in order to save them. (7)

Heloise long ago reconciled herself to the idea that all is fair in love and war, which is just another way of saying that nothing in life is ever fair, because life is love and war.

I've never understood why people choose to do the things that are hardest for them.

And I was thinking that it was so weird that the world could keep turning. I mean, that honey would still need to be delivered and vegetables would have to be picked and laundry would need to be done when I was so miserable.

Sometimes life is hard for a good reason. Sometimes narratives serve no purpose beyond keeping you from the life you want.