Quotes About Struggle

Uništio sam mu to uvjerenje. Bilo je lažno, naravno, ali održavalo ga je na životu. Vidjevši ga onako jadnog i slomljenog, zapitao sam se je li bolje biti svjestan i o?ajan ili živjeti u raju za budale.

So far, I've managed to spend more time free than behind bars. Paranoia is my friend.

Sometimes hard problems don't have easy solutions.

No, I mean I'm sorry that you've inherited such a miserable, collapsing Old Country. A place where rich Bankers own everything, where you've got to be grateful for a part-time job with no benefits and no retirement plan, where the most health insurance you can afford is being careful and hoping you don't get sick, where --

Martin tried to shut her down by talking about the intrinsically vulnerable circumstances of farming, and she countered by snappishly reminding them all of the vulnerability of fucking starving to death.

If a paycheck could change your life, do you think they'd let you have one?

Wrestle with the Lord. Receive no denial. Earnestly protest, Lord, I will not let thee go, except thou bless this poor child of mine, and make it your own! Do this, until, if it may be, your heart is raised by a touch of heaven, to a particular faith; that God has blessed this child, and it shall be blessed and saved forever.

we are only human, a condition of perpetual uncertainty and failure.

It boiled down to this: it's a lot harder to love than to hate. Harder to be there for those you love—to see them get older, get sick, be taken from you in sudden awful ways. Hate's dead simple. You can hate an utter stranger from a thousand miles away. It asks nothing of you. It eats you from the inside out but it takes no effort or thought at all."—Craig Davidson from Cataract City

Alcohol ruined me financially and morally, broke my heart and the hearts of too many others. Even though it did this to me and it almost killed me and I haven't touched a drop of it in seventeen years, sometimes I wonder if I could get away with drinking some now. I totally subscribe to the notion that alcoholism is a mental illness because thinking like that is clearly insane.

I was valuing my survival more than sharing my faith.

When you are lost or looking for someone suspected lost, the CROWDS of people form a threatening undertow undermining your every effort.

I've believed women to be pure, and men possessed by evil jinn —Shayateen. But I'm not a man, I bottled the ifrit, cemented a wall. Now the jinn can only strike internally, and the clearest way to exorcise them is to shatter this container.

And this was the surprising thing about life on Berk. It was a bit like the sea itself. One minute it was all storms, and shipwrecks, and desperate escapes from deadly dragons, the next it was as calm, and peacefully restful, as if these things had never happened.

K-k-keep your helmet on. T-t-toothless doing his BEST.

But the winds will still blow when I am no longer here. The storms will still rage, and the forces of Empire and oppression, be they Roman or otherwise, will still be waiting at the corners of the ocean. The fight goes on for the Heroes of the Future.

Sometimes you have to stand up for what you believe in, even against those you love, and that can be harder than you think.

You cannot fight time itself, slay the minutes and hours with your blade, wipe the bleeding seconds on your shirt. Time cannot be fought.

Sometimes our little human splashings are not enough. However hard we try, however strong our heroic human wills (and us humans have such a capacity, such a heroic capacity for believing that the impossible might be possible), sometimes our ridiculously puny human arms are too weak. Sometimes the world is just too big for us, the hurricane too wild, the sea so huge, that it wears out even the bravest of hearts, the strongest of wills.

I was not the sort of boy who could train a dragon with a mere lifting of an eyebrow. I was not a natural at the Heroism business. I had to work at it. This is the story of becoming a Hero the Hard Way.

You remember what I said, way way way back at the start of Hiccup's adventures, how this would be the story of becoming a Hero the Hard Way? Now you can begin to see exactly how hard the way has been.

You see, it was not only Hiccup who was growing up, it was the entire world around him — and when whole worlds grow up, that can be painful and difficult. Was it all worth the Archipelago in flames? I do not know, you decide.

However bad things seem to be, they can always get worse!

And this was the surprising thing about life on Berk. It was a bit like the sea itself. One minute it was all storms, and shipwrecks, and desperate escapes from deadly dragons, the next is was calm, and peacefully restful, as if these things had never happened.