Quotes About Struggle

righteousness [is] always more believable when combined with dreariness.

As a boy, he had dreamed of taking a man's place among men; and, as a boy, had deemed himself well fit to do so. Now, amid the grizzled, battle-wise warriors, his strength seemed feeble, his knowledge clouded.

At the end of their grim race, death might be the only prize.

Inom de flesta av oss är gott och ont sammanflätade så tätt som trådarna på en vävstol. Större visdom än min krävs för den domen.

And they are beginning to realize that the world they live in is a place where the right thing is often hard, sometimes dangerous, and frequently unpopular.

If he had stayed, he would have starved in other ways.

He gestured toward her twisted leg. Like you. Some don't walk good. Some be broken in other ways. Not all. But lots. Do you think it maken them quiet and nice, to be broken?

He found that he was often angry, now: irrationally angry at his groupmates, that they were satisfied with their lives which had none of the vibrance his own was taking on. And he was angry at himself, that he could not change that for them.

You will fail. Then they will kill you. - Vandara to Kira, following Kira's trial.

Jonas felt a ripping sensation inside himself, the feeling of terrible pain clawing its way forward to emerge in a cry.

Over and over. They be making me remember everythings. Me old songs, they just be natural. But now they be stuffing new things into me and this poor head hurts horrid.

Maybe someday, if I succeed at something, I'll stop saying, It isn't fair about everything else.

It was the helplessness that scared the both of us.

And he could see as well that they had not yet approached the worst of it.

There are German soldiers on every corner.

way, he had hoped he would not. His life would

He remembered that in the art books he had leafed through at Leader's, many paintings depicted death. A severed head on a platter. A battle, and the ground strewn with bodies. Swords and spears and fire; and nails being pounded into the tender flesh of a man's hands. Painters had preserved such pain through beauty.

felt. Storm.

and she was awed to see that vibrant life still struggled to thrive despite such destruction.

Take pride in your pain," her mother had always told her. "You are stronger than those who have none." She

There was no fuel now for the homes and apartments in Copenhagen, and the winter nights were terribly cold.

Things will be sacrificed; people will suffer. That is the way life works when we are human.

But the bicycle stopped. It would not move. He got off and let it drop sideways into the snow. For a moment he thought how easy it would be to drop beside it himself, to let himself and Gabriel slide into the softness of snow, the darkness of night, the warm comfort of sleep.

I cooked for him like a wife and washed his clothes and was a wife in other ways too terrible to mention.