Quotes About Struggle

Maybe growing up the way we have, bad things feel good to us.

You did a brave thing. Be glad of that. Not everyone can be brave. I'm not always.

The idea that I can untangle everything seems as impossible as spinning straw in to gold, but each night I stay awake until the sun is high in the sky, trying my hardest to do just that.

We show her that I am no feckless High king.' 'And how do we do that?' I ask. 'With great difficulty,' he says. 'Since I fear she is right.

There it is. That temper you try to hide. You know what fascinates me about you? You're a hungry person sitting in front of a banquet, refusing to eat.

Do something!" someone says, but in my delirium, I can't tell who is speaking. Abruptly, Valerian is kicked off me. I roll onto my side, coughing. Cardan is looming there. Tears and snot are running down my face, but all I can do is lie in the dirt and spit out pieces of sweet, fleshy pulp. I have no idea why I am crying.

I am not okay. I am not okay. I am not okay.

It's exhausting to watch someone try to be a ship that rocks will break against.

So this is how you've been living,' the little imp grumbles. 'A worm in a butterfly's cocoon.

I cannot seem to contort myself back in to the shape of a dutiful child. I am becoming unravelled. I am becoming undone.

I'm so tired," I say out loud. "So tired." I sit there for a long time, watching the rising sun gild the sky, listening to the waves crash as the tide goes out, when a creature flies up to alight on the edge of my window. At first it seems like an owl, but it's got hob eyes. "Tired of what, sweetmeat?" it asks me. I sigh and answer honestly for once. "Of being powerless." The hob studies my face, then flies off into the night.

Vuelvo a casa cubierta de moretones, producto de las caídas y las patadas. Pero hay una cosa que no saben: sí, me dan miedo, pero siempre he vivido asustada, desde el día que llegué aquí. Me crió el hombre que asesinó a mis padres, retenida en una tierra llena de monstruos. Vivo con ese miedo, dejo que se asiente sobre mis huesos y lo ignoro.

Having a heart is terrible, but you still need one anyway.

I hate the way I cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

my will was an inconvenience to be cleared away like a cobweb.

A menudo me he preguntado si mi pasado es la razón por la que soy como soy, si eso me ha convertido en un monstruo.

if you're the sickness, i suppose you can't also be the cure

I'm so tired. So tired. Of being powerless.

I have been Madoc's protégé and Dain's creature. I don't know how to win any other way but theirs. It is no recipe for being a hero, but it is a recipe for success. I know how to drive a knife through my own hand. I know how to hate and be hated. And I know how to win the day, provided I am willing to sacrifice everything good in me for it.

They're never going to respect me if I don't fight back,'' I tell her. She sights. ''They're never going to respect you, period.

He leans in and closes his eyes. "Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." I am shocked into silence. "Maybe you should shoot me after all," he says, covering his face with one long-fingered hand.

I think of how he would hate to be trapped like this. How unfair it would be for me to keep him this way and call it love.

I can't trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I'm not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either. Friendships suck.

Everything stops. No air is in my lungs. There is a pain in my chest as though my heart cannot bear. As though something inside me is cracking. As though I am going to come apart.