Quotes About Struggle

I closed my eyes, bowed my head and thought, AH, HELL . . .

I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest, wishing sincerely that Rhiannon would get hit by a bus.

People suck. They do stupid things and they're not nice. The end.

That's how Darkness works. It turns love into something bad.

No, Zoey. Heat sounded pissed. It's not okay here. Not for you. Well, maybe that's 'cause I'm not dead. Yet.

You know that prejudice isn't logical, which is why it is so hard to overcome.

You ever have that happen where you meet someone and just--clash? We were like a gravel and cream sandwhich. That is the weirdest thing you have ever said. I suppose you were the cream? Of course I was the cream. Sha.--Eve Rosser, The Drama Queen's Last Dance (Rachel Caine)

I felt like I was hobbling, like one oof the old crones from Act I of Macbeth - God knows my hair felt scraggy enough that I must have looked the part.

it's hard to march purposefully, or in any other way, when your thighs are screaming like Richard Simmons in a candy store- good God, stop the madness.

That was one of the strange things about grief. How it turned some into weights and reduced others to the molted skin of the person they'd been.

I'm going to remember how awful they made me feel today. So when I'm scared and alone and whatever else is going to happen to me starts to happen, I'm going to remember that nothing could be as bad as being stuck here. Nothing.

Life isn't a book, Heath! There's no guarantee of a happy ending," I said.

Apollo's handsome face twisted as another white-hot wave of pain pulsed up his arm. "It doesn't hurt like hell. It hurts like bloody buggering hell.

Oh,great.It's like we're being bussed in from the fucking projects, Aphrodite and I'm hoping for urban renewal, Aphrodite grumbled.

I really had no control over my cat. Hell, who actually had control over any cat?

I clamped down on the sick, hurt feeling inside that threatened to make me burst into tears. My eyes dried instantly. I was good at hiding tears. I should be; I'd had three years to get good at it.

I'm going to remember this, I told myself sternly. I'm going to remember how awful they made me feel today. So when I'm scared and alone and whatever else is going to happen to me starts to happen, I'm going to remember that nothing could be as bad as being stuck here. Nothing.

Katrina opened a window that allowed us to peer into the real America, but as soon as the disruptive event was over, that window closed, and the country's consciousness went back to its usual state of ignoring the fact that black people, especially low-income black people, are daily denied democracy and equality in this country.

He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.

Sober or blotto, this is your motto: keep muddling through.

He groaned slightly and winced like Prometheus watching his vulture dropping in for lunch.

I was in that painful condition which occurs when one has lost one's first wind and has not yet got one's second.

It would take more than long-stemmed roses to change my view that you're a despicable cowardy custard and a disgrace to a proud family. Your ancestors fought in the Crusades and were often mentioned in despatches, and you cringe like a salted snail at the thought of appearing as Santa Claus before an audience of charming children who wouldn't hurt a fly. It's enough to make an aunt turn her face to the wall and give up the struggle.

More and more, it was beginning to be borne in upon me what a particularly difficult chap Gussie was to help. He seemed to so marked an extent to lack snap and finish. With infinite toil, you manoeuvred him into a position where all he had to do was charge ahead, and he didn't charge ahead, but went off sideways, missing the objective completely.