Quotes About Struggle

shoved him backwards out of her lab, pulling its door closed behind them.

You're not fine. You're losing." "From a certain point of view, possibly," said Obi-Wan. Then he smiled, a feral baring of teeth. "But I prefer to think of it as … not winning at the moment. So we go.

Space and time blurred and the void filled with explosions and shards and narrow misses and voices in the Force: his pilots, laughing and swearing and howling to their deaths. He laughed and swore and howled along with them, the silence unbearable. Kill, kill, and kill again, slaughter the starfighters, slaughter the Tuskens, every loss is the same loss, every pain springs from one source. Save Kothlis, save Coruscant, save Padmé. Save them all.

The tapestry of her life was dotted with threadbare spots, where grief or pain or loss had eaten through like hungry moths. But those faint traces, instead of detracting from the resplendent tones and rich hues of the intertwined threads, only intensified their splendor. It was a work of art created not with a needle but with duty, courage, and honor, sprinkled liberally with laughter and hope.

Vidas comunes que se ven tan sólo interrumpidas por la dicha o tragedia.

I've sweated and grunted and pushed myself until I thought it would be easier to give up and die. ' - Caroline

I wish you'd get one thing straight - I'm not a traitor. I was never on your side. I'm called the enemy.

didn't have a mother or a father, but a stranger willingly chose me to be his son. You had a mother and father, and they let strangers take you. No, General, don't pity me. You're the one who's had the worse deal." It was shocking and it was true. The extraordinary clarity of his assessment hit her so hard that she almost gasped. It told her things she didn't want to know about herself. None of them changed her intentions.

Life was a trade-off between loneliness and inevitable peaks of joy or agony.

Rock shrews. It had all started with damned rock shrews.

Politics were the ultimate frustration.

killed in a way I didn't think I ever could. I'm appalled at what I can do. I don't enjoy this." "If you enjoyed it, Jacen, you would not be the one destined to become the Sith Lord." The

Some people are born with a hole inside them. They spend their lives trying to fill it. Sometimes it's pills, sometimes it's Jesus.

That's the problem with life, Sam. If you're not rising, you're falling.

Dr. Monroe and I realized very gradually that drug addiction is a terminal disease. It is a cancer that eats families alive.

what you call my struggle to submit . . . is not struggle to submit but a struggle to accept and with passion. I mean, possibly, with joy. Picture me with my ground teeth stalking joy—fully armed too as it's a highly dangerous quest." —FLANNERY O'CONNOR

When you're drowning, you don't stop to teach somebody else how to swim.

This is where feminism had gotten her: locked in the back of a sticky squad car with the skirt on her tennis dress riding up her thighs.

women with a little bit of power can be much harder than men. Especially on other women. They have to distance themselves from the weakness of their sex. Yes?

What a rapist takes from a woman is her future. The person she is going to become, who she is supposed to be, is gone. In many ways , it's worse than murder, because he has killed that potential person, eradicated that potential life, yet she still lives and breathes, and has to figure out another way to thrive....Or not, in some cases.... ....Sounds a lot like being shot in the head.

As if they could understand what she had been through. As if they knew what it was like to be strong and invincible one day and completely powerless the next.

You gotta go through a special kind of hell or a special kind of love to change who you are inside.

She's just come undone, her mother had whispered on the phone to her aunt Bella. It was an old colloquialism, the sort of thing you didn't think people still said. The phrase fit Sara so completely that she had found herself surrendering to it, imagining her arms and her legs detaching from her body. What did it matter? What did she need arms or legs or hands or feet for if she couldn't run to him, hold him, touch him?

Every time Kate got an inkling that she might live, she remembered what her life was like and wondered if it was worth the effort.