Quotes About Struggle

when the world denies us over and over, when it punishes us as it's punished you, Serwë, it becomes difficult to understand the meaning. All our pleas go unanswered. Our every trust is betrayed. Our hopes are all crushed. It seems we mean nothing to the world. And when we think we mean nothing, we begin to think we are nothing.

Some say men continually war against circumstances, but I say they perpetually flee. What are the works of men if not a momentary respite, a hiding place soon to be discovered by catastrophe? Life is endless flight before the hunter we call the world. —EKYANNUS VIII, 111 APHORISMS Spring

Desperation glares in all Men, but it burns as a beacon when it takes a King for tinder. A

Zsoronga, Sorweel was beginning to realize, possessed the enviable ability to yoke his conviction to his need — to believe, absolutely, whatever his heart required. For Sorweel, belief and want always seemed like ropes too short to bind together, forcing him to play the knot as a result.

She led a submerged life, a life catacombed by poverty and ignorance

A sorcerer and a whore. Perhaps a certain desperation was to be expected of such unions, as though that strange word, "love," became profound in proportion to the degree one was scorned by others.

At this moment nothing seems so difficult as squeezing pity into the semblance of avid interest.

You know the rule of the slog, boys. The knee that buckles pulls ten men down.

Life is rarely easy, but, with Christ our King, it is always good.

HAD TO KILL THEM I COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE LUCY K I

mammals, he mutters. can't live with them, can't live without them.

Not everything is about beating your head against the wall until it breaks." "Just most things.

I stand corrected. Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell

Mom and Dad had a lot to answer for, she decided. She couldn't even be rude to evil vampires who'd caged her boyfriend and were preparing to roast him alive.

THTL— too hot to live

You sound disappointed." Shane's voice came out faint and thready, and he put his head back against the cushions as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Damn, I hate this. I really do." I know," Oliver said. "Your blood reeks of it.

Sometime, somewhere, life always comes to a fight, and peace always comes to an end.

The rule of the Morrell family was over, and Richard owned a used-car lot and Monica worked at a nail salon, until one day she got run over by a bus. Very sad.

No, Michael was all good. Killed, dismembered, buried, reborn…yeah, just another day in the life.

Oliver . . . well. Who knew if Oliver's problem was the disease or just a bad attitude?

Me and normal have never really been on speaking terms.

Claire, I-Look, my life is one long series of screw-ups and bad decisions, and I know that. I own that. But you...I just want you to be happy. And it cuts me when you're not. I'm happy with you. She heard the smile in his voice this time. So what do you really want? A storybook life in Vampireville, with your life on the line every day and a half? I'm considering it, she said. And she was.

Shane's dad said, I should have left you in the damn cage to fry, you ungrateful little bastard. You're no son of mine. Hallelujah, Shane said softly. Free at last.

Now we're in the middle of a three-sided vampire war. Which would be an awesome video game, but I'm really not interested in playing for real. I like my reset buttons.