Quotes About Struggle

All the effort went into getting there and then I had nothing left. I thought I'd got somewhere, then I found I had to go on.

Too late. It was all too late. But she went on, determined as ever and always trying to catch up.

Dakin: The more you read, though, the more you'll see that literature is actually about losers. Scripps: No. Dakin: It's consolation. All literature is consolation.

One has given one's white-gloved hand to hands that were steeped in blood and conversed politely with men who have personally slaughtered children. One has waded through excrement and gore; to be Queen, I have often thought the one essential item of equipment a pair of thigh-length boots.

La storia è il commento alle varie e continue incapacità degli uomini.

God didn't give man wings; He gave him the brain and the spirit to give himself wings. Just as He gave us the capacity to laugh when we hurt, or to struggle on when we feel like giving up. "I've come to believe that how we choose to live with pain, or injustice, or death . . . is the true measure of the Divine within us.

I used to wonder, why did God give children leprosy? Now I believe: God doesn't give anyone leprosy. He gives us, if we choose to use it, the spirit to live with leprosy, and with the imminence of death. Because it is in our own mortality that we are most Divine.

Her grief was a storm, a driving rain falling too fast to be absorbed

She'd been prepared to lose Kenji to leprosy, but not to this. Not to anger and hatred - a hatred which had infected her in turn, for she was possessed by an incendiary fury which she could not imagine would ever be extinguished.

He had the look, it seemed to me, of a man who had awakened one day to find himself clinging to the cattle catcher of an express train: under the circumstances, all one could do was to hang on.

I used to wonder, why did God give children leprosy? Now I believe God doesn't give anyone leprosy. He gives us, if we choose to use it, the spirit to live with leprosy, and with the imminence of death, Because it is in our own mortality that we are most Divine.

Her depression had given way to a characteristic determination. "I may never leave Kalaupapa," she told Kenji, "but a part of me is damn well getting out of here." Her husband agreed. Once he'd aspired to make his mark on the world. "This," he admitted, "is the only way I ever will.

Si has de luchar para conseguir o conservar algo, es que no te pertenece y estás mejor sin ello.

Cuántas veces habré oído: «Hace tiempo que tengo el libro, he leído algunas partes, pero no consigo entenderlo. Empecé a ejecutar las lecciones del Libro de ejercicios, pero lo dejé. Sé que el Curso es muy poderoso y que podría cambiar mi vida, pero me costaba mucho ponerlo en práctica.

Without the Jedi, there can be no balance in the Force, and all will be given over to the dark side.

Forgive me. I feel it again. The pull to the light. The Supreme Leader senses it. Show me again the power of the darkness, and I will let nothing stand in our way.

As all foot soldiers have known for thousands of years, there's nothing noble about dying. Only an irritating finality.

One downward cut, she saw. One quick, final strike, and she could kill him. The landing lights of a shuttle appeared in the distance, coming over the trees in her direction. She had to make a decision, now. Kill him, a voice inside her head said. It was amorphous, unidentifiable, raw. Pure vengeful emotion. So easy, she told herself. So quick. She recoiled from it. From the dark side.

He was struggling also, against her newly discovered ability, as well as the wound inflicted by Chewbacca's bowcaster. Gritting his teeth, he flung his arm sideways in a single, powerful gesture—and the blaster went flying out of her hand.

Sometimes, my friend, we are forced into situations we don't like, that make us uncomfortable, that we think we haven't a chance in hell of coping with. But people cope, Frank. They cope all the time.

It wasn't the thought of death or the failure of their mission that troubled him as he sat there and played. It was a fear of personal failure, a fear that had haunted him since he'd been a child. It was the fear which had driven him to pursue two different careers without being able to choose between them. And though he didn't realize it, it was the fear which had driven more men and women to greatness than far more rational motivations… .

You may not believe it, but there are some people out there who don't like me." "Hard to imagine," she murmured.

Two surviving human beings on the entire planet, Ruslan thought, and they can't stand each other. A fitting metaphor for the entire species.

That weapon—is mine." Finn all but snarled his reply. "Come and get it.