Quotes About Struggle

She bowed her head and said, Lord of hosts, please stand with us against this darkness. The quiet, bedrock-deep energy of true faith brushed against me. Murphy echoed the gesture and the amen. Thomas and I tried to look theologically invisible.

Sometimes I think that's where most of us are. Fighting off the crazy as best we can. Trying to become something better than we were. It's that second bit that's important.

I hadn't gotten beaten up twice, shot, and nearly strangled to get taken out by a misguided werewolf bitch.

War leaves you precious little time to be human. It's one of the more horrible realities about it.

I hate what you represent. ... Power without conviction. Isana replied, her tone lifeless, matter of fact. Ambition without conscience. Decent folk suffer at the hands of those like you.

Man. Being mostly dead is hard on a guy.

I hate feeling like Han Solo in a world of Jedi.

Booya! I drunkenly howled from the ground. I choked a little on the dust as I staggered back to my feet, my heart pounding, my whole body alive with strain and adrenaline. I stabbed a pointing finger toward the impact crater. That's right! Who just rocked your face ? Harry fucking Dresden! That's who!

That's the worst part about the walking dead... the stains.

Sometimes I hate having a conscience, and a stupidly thorough sense of honor.

It hurts! bellowed Ramirez drunkenly, flinging a last pair of bolts at a fleeing ghoul. Ow! Ow, it hurts! It hurts to be this *good*!

Fear and anger always come hand in hand. Anger is my hiding place from fear, my shield and my sword against it.

Sometimes I get tired of being the guy who is supposed to deal with un-deal-withable situations.

This is what it looks like when someone's fighting for his soul, she said. He needs his friends to believe in him. The fastest way for us to help make him into a monster is to look at him like he is one.

The hardest lesson a wizard has to learn is that even with so much power, there are some things you can't control. No matter how much you want to.

I didn't have any money or ID. I didn't have a credit card. Hell, I didn't have a business card. What would it say? 'Harry Dresden, Winter Knight, Targets Slain, No Barbecues, Waterslides, or Fireworks Displays.

Some days, it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.

The world seems dark and ugly sometimes. But there are still good things in it. And good people.

I always thought it would get easier to be a person as I aged. But it just gets more and more complicated.

You know, sometimes I think Someone up there really hates me.

Ambitions are incompatible with consciences, you know. The two strangle one another straightaway and leave an awful mess behind them.

For some reason, she didn't want to take the motorcycle, so that left my car, the ever trusty (almost always) Blue Beetle, in old-school VW Bug that had seen me through one nasty scrape after another. More than once, it had been pounded badly, but always it had risen to do battle once more – if by battle one means driving somewhere at a sedate speed, without much acceleration and only middling gas mileage.

Which put me one step ahead of where I was, now. I had already killed the Nightmare-or helped to kill it, at least. Something about that just didin't seem fair. There should be some kind of rule against needing to kill anything more than once.

Doing battle with the forces of… I was going to say evil, but I'm increasingly unsure exactly where everyone around me falls on the Jedi-Sith Index.