Quotes About Struggle

If we aren't fated to survive, then at least let us fight it to the end. Let it be fate that extinguishes us, not our own lack of heart.

I was confused, thinking that my pain and my loss were one and the same thing, whereas one was but a symptom of the other.

I was dying. And I had never been enough for anything.

Choose a place to take a stand. Not where they can corner you but not where they can surround you, either. Find a weapon, a stick, a rock, anything. If you cannot escape, make them pay as dearly as you can for capturing you. Fight them all the way.

People have to attempt to do right, even if they believe they cannot succeed

For too many, when they get their dream, they discover it is not what they wanted. Or the dream is bigger than their abilities, and all ends in bitterness.

How could the whole world not be as broken as I was?

Não reconheci a minha voz quando perguntei ao mundo: 'Como pode a coisa mais difícil que já fiz na vida ser também a mais cobarde?

But that is not true for all folk. Some folk are meant to argue with fate. And win.

All I ever wanted to do was live my own life. And I'm having damn little success at that." p. 250: Brashen Trell and Amber

How can one hate oneself so much that one is willing to murder that self?' The ship shook his head and rain flew from his locks. 'That is your mistake. No one wants the self to die. I only wanted to make all the rest of it to stop. The only way to achieve that was to put death between the world and myself.

She had come to letters late in her life, and though she had mastered them, they had never become her good friends.

But if she let go of her anger, all that would remain was grief and pain. Anger was easier. Anger could be focused outward. Grief corroded from within.

Battered at my dreams like a moth trying to destroy itself in a lantern's flame.

Bastard," she spat at him, and she thought he had moved closer. She swung at him, and then suddenly he was where he had been standing all along, the coward.

Somewhere beneath the tides of those superficial emotions she knew the cold deep current of her grief sought to pull her down and drown her.

A man can die of failure, Fitz. Do you know that? Once, I told you, the fight isn't over until you've won.

I hate irony. It is a manacle that ties our dreams to our fears.

Take all self-determination from a man's life, and all that is left for him to do is complain.

This is hard," he said, but he did not seem to address his words to me. "I'm too close to the end. I've had glimpses of this, but never clear ones. And now all I know is that I must go on, and that every step I take leads me closer to my death." He met my eyes and said without shame, "I'm terrified." I smiled. "Welcome to human existence." p. 335 The Fool to Fitz

Of all the cruel jests fate had recently played on me, I decided that awakening was the cruelest.

like a bright chip of glass, fallen from a gorgeous mosaic of Elderlings and turreted cities and dragons on the wing, to lie in the dirt, broken away from all she that had once been her destiny

For time is the great enslaver of us all.

They do as we do, my dear. They take what joy they may find in life as they can. As you well know that Skelly has run off to do tonight, also. The shadows of harsh times creep over us. For in a battle between dragons and men, my love, it is not only the Elderlings who must decide where they stand, but you and me as well.