Quotes About Struggle

But the universe isn't fair. Things don't work out neatly, pain, hardship and challenges divided equally among those best equipped to deal with them. Sometimes individuals have to be Atlases and carry the weight of the world alone. It shouldn't happen that way, but it does.

Man wasn't made to share the universe with gods. Their ways are not meant for the humble likes of us. But we've decoded some of their secrets regardless. Like worms, we've grabbed on to the talons of eagles and learned some small truths and means of flight. But we can never really fly. We try, and succeed to a certain extent, but the fall is always - will always be - there.

I always knew there was power in the earth, but it must be much stronger than I imagined to resist such a relentless foe, day after day, night after night, year after year.

sometimes, in pursuit of a greater peace, a man must stand by and lets those he loves suffer the injustices of men ho cares only about their own beliefs and nothing about the faith or feelings of others-- even when it pains him to the very core of his spirit

Do not be such a baby, he jeered, tugging my hands free. It hurts! I howled. Of course it does. He laughed. It hurt me too. Did you think becoming a vampire was easy? Get used to the pain. Much of it lies ahead.

It's one thing to go into a fight knowing you'll probably lose. Quite another to be told that to win, you must offer up your throat to be slit.

I've lived and seen enough to know how difficult it is to settle for a small life when you're destined for greatness.

If I had an ordinary illness, I'm sure they could fix me. But I've seen demons rip my world to pieces. Nobody believes that, so nobody knows what I'm going through. I'm alone. I always will be. That's my life now. That's just the way it is.

People need devils and dark gods, if only to give them a foe to rally against, an obstacle to overcome. Your people understood that there can be no light without darkness, no good without evil, no triumph without setbacks. You can't kill me because I'm part of all that you are, all you've done and plan to do. You don't have to like me. You can even loathe me. But you must accept me.

Those who hate are doomed to become slaves to their hatred. It consumes them like a disease, but it is an illness they cannot–or do not want to–live without.

one of the wolf-like beasts wraps it's arms around me and howls into my ear, obscuring all other sounds. I lash at the creature, trying to wriggle free, gathering my energy to fight back. before I can, the beasts laughs and says, Surely you recognise me.

In the Demonata's universe there was always something else to kill.

You can't hate those who are harming themselves. Instead you pity them and try to help them if you can.

No, I said softly. You have to give it to me. You have to use it on Steve. He's dying. You can't let him die. I most certainly can.

One night of slavery is too much.

Bloody humans!' I grumbled, kicking a postbox in anger. 'Bloody Vampires! We should all be turtles or something!

Life is a challenge," he once told me, "and only those who rise to the challenge truly know what it means to live.

Nothing's as awful as slavery...

Failure is always a bitter pill to swallow, Mr. Crepsley said.

Nightmares. The world on fire. Running. Burning. Screaming. Calling for help. Everybody else on fire too. Jolt awake. Vampires around me. Nightmare still playing at the back of my mind. Convinced the cell's on fire. I try to break free. They hold me down. I curse them. Struggle. Pain gushes through me. Wince. Relax. Return to fire-plagued dreams.

We all have to do things we don't like in life.

Though I'm tempted by the call of the sea, I resist. It can't claim me. In a way I'm stronger than the waves and I feel good about that.

It's useless, I groaned, sinking to the floor. It'd take months to get ready for this. I don't have a hope in hell. Of course you do! Vanez roared. Squatting beside me, he poked me in the ribs. Feel that? he asked, jabbing a sharp finger into the soft flesh of my belly. Ow! I slapped his hand away. Quit it! It's sharp? he asked, jabbing me again. It hurts? Yes! He grunted, jabbed me one more time, then stood. Imagine how much sharper the stakes in the Hall of Death are, he said.

It's like trying to hold on to a buttered pole, I grumbled. That's why you must grip harder. But it hurts. I'll cut my hands to shreds if I — Which would you rather? Vanez interrupted. Bloody hands or a stalagmite through your heart? That's a stupid question, I groaned.