Quotes About Struggle

My fate was a runaway horse, dragging destruction like a broken cart through so many lives.

Once a man has been broken by pain, he remains forever a victim. He cannot ever forget that place he has visited, the moment when he decided that he would surrender everything rather than endure more pain.

I was very tired of being hit, but it seemed like the one thing I did well lately.

The fire of my burning past sent odd shadows snaking ahead of us as we made our way into the storm's resurgence.

Fitz, you are angry. I can feel it like storm waves lashing my shores.

It seems a fine tale, to hear you tell it that way, with none of the dirt and pain and misfortune." "It is a fine tale, even with the dirt and pain and misfortune.

You think that is true, but I assure you it is not. Death is better than the sort of captivity they plan for you. I have been a captive, a toy for heartless men. I made them fear me. It is why they sought to sell me. It was why your father could buy my freedom.' 'I do not know that tale.' 'It is a dark and sad one.

My head cleared, and suddenly I had heart to fight again, to ignore pain and damage, to fight! I swear I saw myself, face purpled from strangling, the rich blood streaming and soaking and the smell so maddening.

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Tell him to turn away from death and choose life. Choose struggle and toil and pain and lovely, lovely life.

Poverty and simplicity were not shields from the greed of others. If you had nothing left to steal, they'd take your body and enslave it.

Humans could never accept the world as it was and live in it. They were always breaking it and living among the shattered pieces.

For a time I tried to bolster myself with anger, but my despair was too clammy and dark a thing for anger's flames to overcome.

One cannot be dashed to the earth unless one is lifted first, and I learned to avoid hope.

I tried a last time. "When you want a thing so badly for so long, and then it comes time to face that you cannot have it, sometimes—

Truly, the girl had grown up. Althea recalled ashamedly that she had once felt that some hardship would improve Malta. Undoubtedly she had been improved, but the cost had been high.

If a human's life can be measured in counted coins, then that worth can be diminished, a copper at a time, until no value is left. When an old woman is worth less than the food she eats Ã¢â'¬Â¦ well.

As we shouldered our packs and set off, I reflected bitterly that I had walked away from people I had known and cared about to avoid the very situation I was now in with comparative strangers. I wondered if there was any way to live amongst people and refuse to be harnessed by their expectations

She felt silence growing in her. Sometimes it reminded her of a fast-growing ivy; silence covered her and cloaked her, and she suspected that one day she would smother in the silences Hest could create. It was an effort to break through that strangling quiet, but she did it.

It's not enough to refrain from evil, Trell. People have to attempt to do right, even if they believe they cannot succeed." "Even when it's stupid to try?" he asked with savage sarcasm. "Especially then," she replied sweetly. "That's how it's done, Trell. You break your heart against this stony world. You fling yourself at it, on the side of good, and you do not ask the cost. That's how you do it.

They were petty and selfish." "They were miserable and hungry and helpless. I don't think I've ever met anyone who was miserable, hungry and helpless who was not also petty and selfish. The situation brings out the worst in everyone.

The small folk of a land can only be oppressed so long before they rise up in their own defense, be it against outlanders or an unjust lord of their own.

Most of being a woman hurts.

How can one hate oneself so much that one is willing to murder that self?" "That is your mistake. No one wants the self to die. I only wanted to make all the rest ot if stop. The only way to achieve that was to put death between the world and myself.