Quotes About Struggle

The seeds of Prince Cardan's resentment came full bloom. What was the point of her trying so hard? Why would she work like that when it would never win her anything? ... He had never tried like that for anything in his life. Jude, Cardan though, hating even the shape of her name. Jude.

Kill him, a part of me says, a part I remember from the night I took him captive. Kill him before he makes you love him.

Lucy- "Wow, no one ever fights over me." Justin- "My multiple personalities fight over you constantly. There is a war going on inside me." Rue- "This is for the war going on outside.

We're not mortal. We will break you. You're a fragile little thing; we'd hardly need to try. Give up." "Never," I say. He smiles, smug. "Never? Never is like forever - too big for mortals to comprehend.

Sometimes it seemed as though all her life was already used up in that dark basement, as if her mother's mouth on Tana's arm was the last thing in her life before this that had felt real. Everything else was just prologue and epilogue.

The weight of the sea seemed to pass down on him. He no longer had a sense of up or down. One was always suspended, fighting against the current or giving in to it. There would be no lying on beds of moss, no barbed words easily spoken, no falling down from too much wine, no dancing at all.

Hell is oneself, Hell is alone. —T. S. ELIOT

There are so many broken things that I don't know how to fix. But I know how to fight.

Do you think he will protect you now? You're useless. The heir to Elfhame has no reason to spend any further time with an untutored savage of a girl. But think, you wouldn't remember him. You wouldn't even have to remember yourself.' 'I'm not half as practical as you suppose,' Oak says. 'I like many useless things. I've been called useless myself from time to time.

It seemed, in the beginning, that fighting back would only bring me further pain. That's the lesson they wanted me taught, but soon I realised I would be hurt anyway. Better to hurt someone else when I had a chance. Better to make them hesitate, to know it would cost them something.

No matter how careful I am, eventually I'll make another misstep. I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal. I hate that most of all.

I swallow the howl clawing up my throat.

My body has acclimated, and now it craves what it should revile. An apt metaphor for other things.

My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more than I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore. If Oak is masked, I am a face with all the skin ripped off. Over and over, I have told myself that I need to guard against my own yearnings, but that hasn't worked. I must try something new.

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It would be safer if I hated him. Since I cannot, perhaps it is good that he now hates me.

Just when you think you've sunk as far as it's possible to sink, there's always a lower place. There's always something worse to be scared about.

Here's why I don't like these stories: They highlight that I am vulnerable. No matter how careful I am, eventually I'll make another misstep. I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal. I hate that most of all.

Jude, Cardan thought, hating even the shape of her name. Jude.

jealousy wasn't a spice to me then. It was the whole meal and I was gagging it down.

Desire hits me like a kick to the stomach. It's like fighting, except what we're fighting for is to crawl inside each other's skin.

Human bodies betray us. They get starved and sick and run-down. I know it, and yet there is always so much more to do.

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.

Cuando hay mucho poder concentrado en un mismo sitio, hay un montón de sobras por las que pelearse.