Quotes About Struggle

There is coincidence and there is fate. I am more than willing to argue with coincidence. But the few times I have argued with fate, I have lost. Badly.

Sometimes it seems unfair that events so old can reach forward through the years, sinking claws into one's life and twisting all that follows it. Yet perhaps that is the ultimate justice: we are the sum of all we have done added to the sum of all that has been done to us. There is no escaping that, not for any of us.

Hope, dashed too often, becomes the enemy. I heard her words and they did not make my heart leap with gladness. Instead I felt hot anger.

One can ignore pain. But when the body invokes weakness, determination is useless.

Sometimes I wonder about that grip. The hand was hard and rough, trapping mine within it. And yet it was warm, and not unkind, as it held mine. Only firm. It did not let me slip on the icy streets, but it did not let me escape my fate, either.

You are different, Bee. It will make some parts of your life very difficult. But if you always fall back on your differences to explain everything you dislike about the world, you will fall into self-pity." p. 293 Fitz to Bee

Amazing what folk will take comfort in when there's nothing else to hold on to.

Her anger was hard for me to bear, but weeping would have been worse." p. 513

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.

I suppose I cannot blame you for doubting me. I could scarcely believe it myself at first. I found all sorts of ways to deny it and explain it away. But it wouldn't stay gone.

Were there not times when death would have been easier and less painful than life?" His words were shards of ice in my belly, but I am nothing if not stubborn. "Well. And when is that ever not true?

I've thought of ending my life, Fool. I admit it. But always, no matter the damage to it, the body tries to go on. And if it manages to, then the mind follows it. Eventually, no matter how I try to deny it, there are bits of my life that are still sweet.

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.

When a man's pride is all he has left, he holds it closely.

I had been outnumbered. Outmaneuvered. They'd withheld information from me. Worse, logic and rationality were on their side.

Some things cannot be solved," he pointed out philosophically. "Drink makes those things much more tolerable.

When one has been disappointed for so long, hope becomes the enemy. One cannot be dashed to the earth unless one is lifted first

Oh, I have known a few that did want to stop. And I have known a few that did stop. And it ended the same, whether they wanted to or not.

When he stopped hitting me and seized my wrists, I darted my head in and bit his hand as hard as I could. He roared and then screamed with pain and outrage. Assassins take no pride in fighting fairly. We take pride in winning.

A man hurried toward me, face shrouded in his hood against the wind. He glanced up and our eyes met. He blanched and turned aside, to hurry back the way he had come. Well, and so he might. I felt my anger building to an unbearable heat. The wind whipped at my hair and sought to chill me, but I only strode faster, and felt the strength of my hatred grow hotter. It lured me and I followed it like the scent of fresh blood.

Putting into the dragon had helped in the same way that cutting off an infected limb helped. Being rid of it was not the same as being healed of it.

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That is a thing I will never understand," Amber observed in a low voice. "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 stop. The only way to achieve that was to put death between the world and myself.

I've thought of ending my life, Fool. I admit it. But always, no matter the damage to it, the body tries to go on. And if it manages to, then the mind follows it.