Quotes About Struggle

They didn't want to kill me. They wanted to hurt me. And they were good at it.

There is world that should be, he [Listens-To-Wind 'Injun Joe'] growled, and the world that is. We live in one. And must create the other, Ebenezer retorted, if it is ever to be.

I have fought long and hard against horrors even you would respect. I have been beaten, but I have not yielded. I'm not going to start yielding now.

It is vital that we not be made to seem wholly helpless in the opening moments of the war. Once a nation ceases to believe that they can win a war, that war is lost.

Have you ever felt despair, absolute hopelessness? Have you ever stood in the darkness and known deep in your heart, in your spirit, that it was never, ever going to get better? That something had been lost forever and that it wasn't coming back?

Junkies are happy when they're high," I said quietly, "but they don't need to be happy. They need to be free.

They're just itching for me to lead them in some meaningful crusade against evil. Hell, I have trouble just paying the bills.

But, as it turned out, hell got up awfully early in the morning.

Relationships hadn't ever really worked for me. I think it's had something to do with all the demons, ghosts, and human sacrifice.

And if you should fall to temptation. If you should embrace the Fallen or become ensnared by its will... He touched the hilt of the great sword, and his face became bedrock granite, Old Testament determination that made Morgans fanaticism look like a wisp of steam. If you change, I will also be there.

But it's even more important that you build something worth fighting for.

I had just been defeated by a literal hallucination built from denial and the most determined and pettily self-interested stupidity I had ever encountered.

We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.

Classic lady in distress. For one of those liberated, professional women, she knew exactly how to jerk my old-fashioned chains around.

You think you know the world," the old man said. "You're barely in it yet. You ain't seen what it gets like. How bad it can get. How cruel.

So," Murphy said. "All we need to do is get you up to the top of the pit, and then you're going to go one-on-four with a bunch of armed FBI agents-cum-werewolves and beat them in time to go up against the loup-garou that we couldn't stop before with all of your magical gizmos and a building full of police officers." "Essentially," I answered. Murphy

There is the world that should be," he growled, "and the world that is. We live in one." "And must create the other," Ebenezar retorted, "if it is ever to be.

Of course it went badly," Karrin said. "It was a fight with someone in your family. Believe me, family fights are the worst." "The family hasn't even been assembled yet and there's fights," I complained. "Looks pretty assembled to me, from what I've seen," she said, her tone dry.

I'm not exactly Little Miss Stability. At least, not yet. But I'm working on it. 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.

Goodbye, wizard." And the slender girl flung me like a baseball at the stone of my fireplace. Some days, it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.

Matson threw up his skinny arms to protect himself as something huge and quick shoved its way between the bars, like a big dog going through a rotten picket fence, and engulfed him.

I lay still, hoping to fool my captor into thinking I was barely conscious and weak as a kitten. Which should be easy, since I was. I've never really had much ambition as a performer.

There was a horrible, wrenching sound, a screech of protesting metal, and one of the screams peaked at a shivering, violent point—then dissolved into a strangled mishmash of sounds, of tearing and snapping and popping, of gurgling and thudding. And when they were finished, something, something big, with a cavernous, resonating chest, snarled from not ten feet beyond the security door.

The thing about creatures as big as the Jotun is that they come without power steering.