Quotes About Struggle

The world is ashes and the gods are a horror. Tell me, Learned, what other place is there for me to go?

Ethan thought he understood how a propaganda-stuffed young soldier must feel the first time in combat, stumbling by some sudden chance over his enemy's human face. He had gloried for a red moment in his power to break her. Now he stood foolishly with the pieces in his hands. Not at all heroic.

Don't let fear swallow all your happiness. Don't forget to take joy. Dag gulped. Both of their grounds were nearly closed. It was Arkady's voice alone that hinted how hard-bought this bit of wisdom might've been, yet the words had been nearly toneless.

Barrayar is bred in my bones. I cannot shake it, no matter how far I travel. This struggle, God knows, has no honor in it. But exile, for no other motive than ease—that would be to give up all hope of honor. The last defeat, with no seed of future victory in it.

Exile, for no other reason than ease, would be the last defeat, with no seed of future victory in it.

Desperately, Cordelia stuck her foot through the whatchamacallit foot-holder, stirrup, grabbed, and heaved. The saddle slid slowly around the horse's belly, and Cordelia with it, till she was clinging underneath among a forest of horse legs. She fell to the ground with a thump and scrambled out of the way. The horse twisted its neck around and peered at her, in a dismay much milder than her own, then stuck its rubbery lips to the ground and began nibbling up weeds.

Andy was clutching her blue T-shirt. She rolled over, as Tony had, palms to the surface, and pushed up. Andy, turning his head toward his father, reached out with his upper hands and tried to shove off from Claire with his lowers. The floor leaped up and smacked him. For

Iselle swallowed. It was clear her mind was frantically churning over responses. She'd stifled her first scream of outrage, and had not the trick of falling down in a convincing dead faint. She stood trapped and conscious.

Am I to form myself into the pattern of a perfect Barrayaran maiden like trying to work a magic spell for absolution? I could spend my whole life working out that ritual and not come to the end of it, damn it!

Tej glanced toward the balcony. Toward him. Toward the balcony. Toward him. Why is this a hard choice? From the hallway, a teeth-gritting mechanical whine began, as of someone cutting through an airseal door. "You can't tell me you'd rather jump off a twenty-story building and smash in your skull than marry me," Ivan went on desperately. "I am not a fate worse than death, dammit! Or at least not worse than that death, good God!

Events may be horrible or inescapable. Men have always a choice—if not whether, then how, they may endure.

If only the president hadn't tried to dodge, he would have been all right. As it was, the toe of her jackboot caught him in the groin with perfect unplanned accuracy. His mouth made a soundless "O" and he went down behind the rostrum. Cordelia

Lordship comes too easy, for some. And it was lordship near slew the world.

I wanted—I wanted to serve something. To"—he raised his eyes to his father's, driven to a painful honesty—"to make my life an offering fit to lay at his feet." He shrugged. "Screwed up again." "Clay, boy." Count Vorkosigan's voice was hoarse but clear. "Only clay. Not fit to receive so golden a sacrifice." His voice cracked.

Cordelia was not at all sure she wanted Piotr present, but until the old man did them all the convenience of dropping dead, she was stuck with him.

The fastest way to get to easy is through hard.

But she was my project—I must answer for her— No. She's a free woman now. She must answer for herself. How free can she ever be, in that body, driven by that metabolism, that face—a freak's life—better to die painlessly, than to have all that suffering inflicted on her— Miles spoke through his teeth. With emphasis. No. It's. Not. Canaba stared at him, shaken out of the rutted circle of his unhappy reasoning at last.

Feared that she was slated to be dragged though all that stale guilt

I spent a career fighting the powers-that-be. Now I am them. Naturally, I was a little confused.

Most days it's just stumbling around in the dark with the rest of creation, smashing into things and wondering why it hurts.

Hell, you had to at least achieve monogamy before you could go on to larger ambitions. So far he had failed to attach even one woman to his sawed-off person. Of course, nearly three years in covert ops, and the period before that in the all-male environs of the military academy, had limited his opportunities. Nice

She was not the first woman he'd met who endured dire pain in disturbing silence

Knowing what I know now…it would be harder. But I would hope…I would pray, Royse, that the gods would still lend me such foolishness in my need.

So… so you went through all this effort, perpetrated all this pointless cruelty, just to make yourself feel better?" A wordless snarl. Pen's voice went dry; he couldn't help it. "Is it working?