Quotes About Struggle

Dr. Hendrix, why do couples have such a hard time staying together?" I thought for a moment and then responded. "I don't have the foggiest notion. That is a great question and I think I'll spend the rest of my career trying to find out.

In man - in the history of mankind, this has happened many times, and occupation leaders hang on to the land that they're occupying. People fight to liberate their land. But in the end, the people's will is what achieves victory.

The conflict of forces and the struggle of opposing wills are of the essence of our universe and alone hold it together.

I always seem to have a vague feeling that he is a Satan among musicians, a fallen angel in the darkness who is perpetually seeking to fight his way back to happiness.

Heroes exterminate each other for the benefit of people who are not heroes.

Give me an incubator or give me death!

The villains are all parts of me. For years I've been wondering what it would be like if all those negative elements were forced onto the main character's side. I can understand a character with that kind of anger.

The greatness of a mind is determined by the depth of its suffering.

When we first believe we think we can do it all; our passion is so strong. But after a time we start to learn that passion doesn't equal strength, and our sinful nature rears its ugly head.

Pauline Hopkins shared this very real fear that black people were threatened with annihilation. She adressed her plea to "all Negroes, whether Frenchmen, Spaniards, Americans or Africans to rediscover their history as one weapon in the struggle against opression".

Dude, you're a vampire. EVERY day sucks for you.

It was tough attempting to be social with people who'd rather pretend you didn't exist.

If you thought eighth grade was tough, try it with fangs and a fear of garlic.

Heather Brewer

People says it gets easier. People are stupid." -Vlad

Read the vladimir tod series

Life is a killer on the other side of the stake. Especially if your a vampire or a slayer.

If I went home, I was a loser. If I went inside, I was a criminal. So basically, I had no choice. The inside of the building smelled musty,

Life has a nasty way of being increasingly unfair.

The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities...One doesn't get prizes for this increasing awareness, which sometimes comes with an intensity indistinguishable from pain.

to an outsider, it might look like a harsh thing, like inaction of the worst sort or a purposeful forgetting, but when you're the one choosing to look away, you know it's because your heart is simply trying to make it to tomorrow. your heart is scared to death, and it would rather not know than take a chance on being destroyed by the whole truth.

Their bony branches grew barer with each tearing wind. Their tall, leaning forms looked like a gateway to a long-abandoned world. They lived. Their roots were much deeper than mine would ever be. One day my tree would fall and die, gnawed by serpents.

She hated feeling helpless. It writhed in her stomach, choking her with thoughts of dancing the rest of her life in the arms of a gentleman who pushed her about and laughed when she stumbled or, worse, didn't even look at her at all. She wondered if she would be able to give the Soul's Curtsy, with all her heart and soul, to anyone, and the thought made her ill.

reconociera. Divididas entre el deseo de ocultarse y el de ver caras familiares, se turnaban para observar el paso de las filas. Pero aquellos encuentros eran difíciles