Quotes About Struggle

When the music is over, she keeps her head down till she finds her seat again, and I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.

Life don't come to you, Memphis. You gotta take it. We have to take it. Because ain't nobody handing it to us.

Pippa's laugh is bitter, tinged with tears. 'Ha! Why do girls think being beautiful will solve every problem? Being beautiful just creates problems. It's a misery. I wish I were someone else.

We're all damaged somehow.-A Great and Terrible Beauty

I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.

The wind picks up. It sends leaves scurrying for cover until a softer breeze blows through, settling them down again as if to say, Shhh, there, there, it's all right. One leaf still dances in the air. It spins higher and higher, defying gravity and logic, stretching for something just out of reach. It shall have to fall, of course. Eventually. But for now, I hold my breath, willing it to keep going, taking comfort in its struggle.

Why does everyone want to own me? Pippa mumbles. She's got her head in her hands. Why do they all want to control my life -- how I look, whom I see, what I do or don't do? Why can't they just let me alone? Because you're beautiful, Ann answers, watching the fire lick her palm. People always think they can own beautiful things.

My cholera's acting up again.

Centuries of fighting, and for what? I say. Today it ends. I can't live in fear any longer. I've cursed this power. I've both enjoyed and misused it. And I've hidden it away. Now I must try to wield it correctly, to marry it to a purpose and hope that is enough.

This is the world we live in, Gemma, for better or for worse. Make of it what you can, he says, and I pull him to me.

The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark. It is said that even the gods must die. He winks. But not without one hell of a fight.

I love myself. They make it so hard for us to love ourselves.

The world is only as fair as you can make it. Takes a lot of fight. A lot of fight. But if you stay in here, in your little cave, that's one less fighter on the side of fair.

But how did you fight an enemy who never fought fair? Didn't you have to break the rules to win against the Devil?

They have money and position and Ann has none.It's amazing how often you can be right as long as you have those two things working in your favor.

It's as if I've inherited a skin I cannot quite fit, and so I walk about constantly pulling and and tugging, pinning and pruning, trying desperately to fill it out, hoping that no one will look at me struggling and say, 'That one there- she's a fraud, Look how she doesn't fit at all.

I don't know. Sometimes, I feel nothing, and I'm so afraid. Afraid I'll stop feeling anything at all. I'll just slip away inside myself...I just need to feel something A Great and Terrible Beauty, Page 177, by

People are…" Mabel wheezed. "Mostly good, you…" Wheeze. "Know? Mostly." She tried to take a breath. It was hard. Like breathing through layers of gauze. Where were her parents? She loved them so. "Mostly. I believe that with…" A bloody cough tore through Mabel's lungs. "… With all my… all my heart.

Evie wanted to cry. From fear. From exhaustion, yes. But mostly from the cruel uselessness, the damned stupid arbitrariness of it all.

So I slap on that smile and pretend everything's okay even though it's not.

There's a moment of profound sadness that can be dispelled only by summoning my anger.

Wasn't that how fairy tales worked? You told just enough of the terrible truth— There are cruel people. Not all parents love you.The world isn't fair by a long shot. —and you dressed it up in ogres and brave princesses and giants. Mostly, you reminded people that the evils of the world had to be fought. Even if you weren't sure you'd win. You still had to go into the monster's den. You had to face your fears. You still had to stand up to the monster.

It's over, her mind whispered. There's still hope, her heart insisted.

No one had ever said anything like that to Evie. Her parents always wanted to advise or instruct or command. They were good people, but they needed the world to bend to them, to fit into their order of things. Evie had never really quite fit, and when she tried, she'd just pop back out, like a doll squeezed into a too-small box.