Quotes About Struggle

Like "love," "hope" is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer.

Harry, she said quietly, I know you must be angry. I burn things to ash and smash holes in buildings when I'm angry, I said. I'm a couple of steps past that point right now.

I'd been in hairier situations than this one. Actually, it's sort of depressing, thinking how many times I'd been in them. But if experience had taught me anything, it was this: No matter how screwed up things are, they can get a whole lot worse.

Sometimes it isn't easy to be sane, smart, and responsible. Sometimes it sucks. Sucks wang. Camel wang. But that doesn't turn wrong into right or stupid into smart.

Wait. You don't understand. I just wanted it to stop. Wanted the hurting to stop. I smoothed a bloodied lock of hair from her eyes and felt very tired as I said, The only people who never hurt are dead. The light died out of her eyes, her breath slowing. She whispered, barely audible, I don't understand. I answered, I don't either. A tear slid from her eye and mixed with the blood. Then she died.

Being a wizard gives you more power than most, but it doesn't change your heart. We're all human. We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.

Something like this will test you like nothing else, Mac said. You're going to find out who you are, Harry. You're going to find out which principles you'll stand by to your death--and which lines you'll cross. He took my empty glass away and said, You're heading into the badlands. It'll be easy to get lost.

Some men fall from grace. Some are pushed.

I'd hate to find out that the universe really wasn't conspiring against me. It would jerk the rug out from under my persecution complex.

A pure heart and mind only takes you so far - sooner or later the hormones have their say, too.

I'd gone with my usual option. I was running through long tunnels filled with demons and monsters and nightmares, because it was easier than going to the gym.

So really, it was just as well that Godmother had caught up to me, in spite of my best efforts to avoid her. I'd hate to find out that the universe really wasn't conspiring against me. It would jerk the rug out from under my persecution complex. -Harry

As a whole, people suck. But a person can be extraordinary

It bothered me that he was right. Without Sir Stuart's intervention, I'd have been dead again already. That's right--you heard me: dead again already. I mean, come on. How screwed up is your life (after- or otherwise) when you find yourself needing phrases like that?

My brief flash of relief and confidence melted away. Good thing it did, too. I'm sure the world would come to an end if I were allowed to feel a sense of relief and well-being for any length of time.

Worry is fear in disguise. And fear will eat you from the inside out if you let it.

Things are not always as bad as they seem. Sometimes, the darkness only makes it easier to see the light.

Monsters are born of pain, and grief, and loss, and anger. Your heart is full of them.- -And? And it makes you vulnerable.

My name is Harry Dresden, I said. Fitz stumbled. Holy shit, he said. Like... that Harry Dresden? The professional wizard? The one and only. He recovered his pace and shook his head. I heard you were dead. Well, yeah, I said, but I'm taking it in stride.

Isana felt her throat tighten. We failed. Serai lifted her chin and patted Isana's arm firmly. We have not yet succeeded. There is a difference.

A bunch of people are gonna be mad at me, I've got some kind of medical issue that's going to kill me in a while if I don't deal with it, oh, and the island's blowing up tomorrow and taking a whole lot of the country with it if I don't fix it." Thomas gave me a steady look. "So," he said. "Same old, same old.

Life is full of toil, sacrifice, and pain, and from the time we stop growing, we know that we've begun dying. We watch helplessly as year by year, our bodies age and fail, while our survival instincts compel us to keep on going-which means living with the terrifying knowledge that ultimately death is inescapable.

We're all so damned fragile.

Oh, I get it, I said. You're Evil Harry, lurking inside Good Harry. Right? And you only come out at night?