Quotes About Struggle

She didn't want to handle him. She didn't want anything to do with him - this man with his cold, intense eyes and clipped speech, this stranger, this Yankee. He made her feel like a rabbit facing a cobra: terrified, but fascinated at the same time. He tried to hide his ruthlessness behind smooth, cosmopolitan manners, but Evie had no doubts about the real nature of the man. He wanted her. He intended to have her. And he wouldn't care if he destroyed her in the taking.

How do you function when your entire body has been overtaken by searing emotional pain? How do you function when a huge hole had been ripped in your life? How do you ever smile again, laugh again, feel joy again? You just do it...Because you have no choice.

Your Lily is a pretty little thing, but she's as fractious as my Susannah." Caleb grinned. "It's going to take two hands and all my wits to keep her in line," he confessed. Unwillingly

There were times when Caleb thought he'd go insane if he had to put another platoon of privates through their paces on the parade grounds. But now there was Lily, and she'd changed everything. As soon as he'd brought her around to his way of thinking and she was safely ensconced in a proper house, Caleb decided, he would go back to Pennsylvania and make an attempt at setting things right. Maybe he would even leave the army and take his proper place in the world. Lily

Sooner or later, given enough whiskey, hard work, and women, he'd have been able to put Emma Chalmers out of his mind. Now everything had changed. He couldn't leave her to that fool of a hypocrite she planned to marry; if he did, the blue fire in her eyes would falter and die one day in the not too distant future. Outside

Alas, the question was too big for a man in the process of dying, alone and far from home.

No," Jack struggled to quip, "but

The last damn thing he needed now was a two-week ride into the Washington Territory. For all he knew, he might come back and find Emma married to that piss-ant banker she seemed to think of so highly. Riding

Run! her mind screamed. Stay! her heart plead.

Everybody has to find their own way out of hell. Just don't fall asleep there, that's all.

It was very dark. Cassius boldly crossed to a window and threw back a shutter; it dropped off in his hand. He cursed as the heavy wood crashed to the floor, leaving splinters in his fingers and grazing his leg on the way. "Frankly," Helena decided at once, "this seems a bit too elegant for us!

Good omens let you down. Bad ones give you something to fight against.

Slavegirls' brats, sir, are not heralded by proud fathers in the 'Daily Gazette.' The fact that I exist is marked only by my standing here before you, blood and bone decked out in a new dress. The modern philosophers may grant me a soul, but nobody – lord, nobody – burdens me with a fate to be foreseen!

Life would be only what they chose to make it, grappling within the straitjacket of society

Seeing you dumpster diving the other day, I meant To say hello and toss you a quarter, but the Secret Service wouldn't allow it. Plus, it would look phony, For I did shove you out into the cold years ago. Had to, or I wouldn't have made it this far, so Just be glad for your old buddy, as you chew Wet french fries and suck on leftover ice. [Barack Obama to his soul]

It is not altogether an easy matter to undress and get ready for the night when you have no chair, no bed, no table, no water, only a little straw, and are thrown in with numbers of other people in a dark room.

A man of fifty-six, who has been all his life accustomed to his own room and a clean bed, does not find it very easy to sleep on the floor on a pile of dirty straw. He simply cannot master the technique of the thing.

The city of Nîmes itself was short of everything; it was swamped with refugees from Holland, Belgium, and northern France. It had tripled in population.

while we professors, lawyers, physicians, agronomists, artisans, instead of busying ourselves with books, legal papers, diagnoses, weather forecasts, machine parts, were making piles of bricks that we would be ordered to unpile the day following, that verse from Exodus came into my mind, the verse in which the children of Israel are forced to bake bricks for Pharaoh of Egypt to build the treasure cities of Pithom and Raamses.

There I had been for three-quarters of a year caught in that mousetrap of a France, unable to get permission to leave the country. Now, for a second time, I was to taste the pleasures of an internment camp.

We soon lost all sense of privacy in the camp. There was no effort to conceal ugliness and deformity, whether of body or of soul. One saw much that was ugly beyond words.

We've learned that sometimes a lack of conflict in a marriage means you are not fighting for it. There are times you must battle to become one.

You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it. —MARGARET THATCHER At

When swords appear, motives are revealed. Do