Quotes About Struggle

supported him. Now suddenly, he felt his position had

It was easier when all we wanted to do was eat them and take their stuff," he grumbled. And it had been easier when he hadn't cared if he made any of them cry.

Too much power. Too much. Even the Blood weren't meant to wield this much power. Even Witch had never controlled this much power. This one did. This young Queen. This daughter of his soul. With effort, Saetan steadied his breathing. He could accept her. He could love her. Or he could fear her. The decision was his, and whatever he decided here, now, he would have to live with.

Dear Jean, I have seen a deer. I have petted a pony. I helped plant a garden. I have smelled earth and felt it in my hands. You watched the sun rise. These things are worth the struggle to live outside.

Jaenelle squirmed. "My…mate…is trapped in the Twisted Kingdom. If I don't show him the way out, he'll be destroyed.

O dia e a noite (...) As sombras e a luz. A vida e a morte. Tudo isso faz parte do desenrolar dos dias, Morag. Tudo isso faz parte do mundo. Uma vida pode impedir outra de existir. As ervas daninhas podem espalhar-se e não deixar espaço para as outras plantas crescerem. É importante ir-se ceifando aqui e ali.

Insidious bastard," she whispered. "I don't know how you gave me that gut-jab of fear, but I won't forget you can use my own heart against me. I won't give up the landscapes in my care. Not even this one. And I won't let you have any of them. I'll find a way to do alone what it took hundreds like me to do the last time. And by the time I'm finished, I will lock you in a landscape even *you* will find unbearable.

Daemon clung to Surreal as she flew along the Winds, too weak to argue, too spent to care. His heart, however... His heart held on fiercely to Jaenelle's soft, sighing caress of his name. Everything has a price.

You couldn't help someone who didn't want help. That was a hard, and bitter, life lesson.

Despair made the deserts and hope shaped the oasis.

Stupid body. Stupider brain for not posting a sign that said DREAM THREAT—PLEASE IGNORE.

People will use anything that comes to hand when they're fighting for their lives—or for someone else's.

Humans were no end of trouble even before they did anything.

every living thing struggles to emerge from its cocoon or shell in order to be what it was meant to be.

Victory implies a fight, and there is nothing to be gained by fighting with us. The humans can't win.

You're only twenty-four," he said. "You have plenty of scars for someone your age.

Perhaps not willingly, but pain can make a man do things he wouldn't willingly do.

I am obnoxious to each carping tongueWho says my hand a needle better fits,A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong,For such despite they cast on female wits:If what I do prove well, it won't advance,They'll say it's stol'n, or else it was by chance.

I am obnoxious to each carping tongue/ Who says my hand a needle better fits./ A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong/ For such despite they cast on female wits;/ If what I do prove well, it won't advance,/ They'll say it's stolen, or else, it was by chance.

How oft with disappointment have I met, When I on fading things my hopes have set?

My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will.

The ties that bind us to life are tougher than you imagine, or than any one can who has not felt how roughly they may be pulled without breaking.

What shall I do, if all my love, My hopes, my toil, are cast away, And if there be no God above, To hear and bless me when I pray?

What a fool you must be," said my head to my heart, or my sterner to my softer self.