Quotes About Struggle

If he even survives." She shivered, and Amon put his arm around her, drawing her into his steady warmth. "It's that bad?" Raisa nodded. "He looked...he looked awful, Amon. Willo doesn't know if he'll...She's worried about him. My mother died, and I never got to tell her that I loved her, that I finally understood - just a little anyway. If Han dies too, I don't know what I'll do.

She's tough for a blueblood, he'd thought, a lifetime ago. Maybe tough enough to be with him. He hadn't considered that he might not be tough enough to be with her.

You need the strength to do what's right, even when what you want most in the world is the wrong thing.

I do try to get my own way, but I think it's because I'll never get my way on anything that matters

He shook his head, ripping his hands free. "I just went to pick it up." He felt humiliated and frustrated. Rejected by a ROCK.

From day to day he slid out of one skin and pulled on another. No wonder it was hard to sort out who he was.

Please, Kenzie, Jonah thought. Please, please, please back off from this. His life wasn't much, but it was all he had, this small safe space, walled in by secrets.

Stupid. He was stupid. He was tired of being stupid.

It was just a different kind of battle, one he'd have to learn to win

If he weren't so thoroughly wrung out, he could kill the bastard on the spot. In his present condition, he'd be lucky to strangle a gnat

Believe me, there is no one more dangerous than one whose hopes have turned to despair.

Every time I think I've lost everything, I find there's still something else to lose.

She might be building a house around a single brick, but this brick was all she had.

You don't have to understand, you just have to survive.

It's easy to die, Mageling . . . It's staying alive that's hard work.

I didn't do anything," Han complained, the refrain of his entire life.

Han struggled to remember Master Leontus's lectures on healing, the recitations he'd drowsed through. I'll never have need of that, Han had thought. I'm being trained to kill people, not heal them. He'd thought everyone he'd ever want to heal was already dead. He'd been wrong.

We may be poor, but at least we've always been honest." Something broke inside Han, and when he opened his mouth the words came spilling out. "We're

Matelon gripped both her hands. "We are soldiers," he said. "We are not game pieces on a board. Don't let them play us. Give this thing a chance." Lyss gently pulled free. "You're wrong, Captain," she said. "We never had a chance. At the end of the day, that is all that we are—game pieces. If you don't know that by now, you soon will.

Was death the price of freedom?

Was he ill? Or was the anger he carried around burning away his flesh?

I'm no healer," Han growled, thinking he seemed to be better at causing pain than relieving it.

You can't always pick where you fight, or who you fight...or even...how you fight. But do the picking...whenever you can.

Han wasn't used to sharing territory with an enemy. You drove him out, or he drove you out. You hushed him or he hushed you, and life went on. For one of you.