Quotes About Struggle

I think there are times for men of peace—and a time for men of blood, as well.

My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.

INK-STAINED WRETCH

I felt raw and bruised. Severed in some vital part, as always when parted from Jamie for very long, but also as though I had been violently ejected from my home, like a barnacle ripped from its rock and heedlessly tossed into boiling surf.

But now and then, I saw suddenly and clearly the magnitude of the gulf I had crossed—the dizzying loss of the world I had been born to—and felt very much alone. And afraid.

It grieves me to tell you," Jamie said, and meant it. "Sixty years from this time, the Tsalagi will be taken from their lands, removed to a new place. Many will die on this journey, so that the path they tread will be called Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â He groped for the word for "tears," did not find it, and ended, "the trail where they wept.

Jamie's own face was lined with shadow, the firelight showing the mark of time and struggle on his flesh as wind and rain mark stone.

But her father was gone, replaced by a violent stranger; a man who had her face, but could not understand her heart, a man who had taken both family and home from her, and not satisfied with that, had taken love and safety too, leaving her bereft in this strange, harsh land

Come on!" he said, grunting as he shifted the Chinaman's slippery form for a better grip. "They'll be after us any moment!

Man is born to sorrow and whiskers. One of the plagues of Adam.

But there—poor men mun bleed for the rich man's gold, and always will, eh?

The English took my sword and dirk away," he said softly. His finger touched the slugs that lay in my palm. "But Tom Gage put a weapon into my hands again, and I think I shall not lay it down.

fumbling up her

I was at once exhausted and jittery, with that horrible battlefield feeling, of being in the midst of events beyond my ability to control, but which must be dealt with anyway.

A lot of things have almost killed him," she said, the laughter gone. "One of these days…" Her voice was husky.

Ain't no more than seven villages o' the Tuscarora left, now—and not above fifty or a hundred souls in any but the biggest one." So sadly diminished, the Tuscarora would quickly have fallen prey to surrounding tribes and disappeared altogether, had they not been formally adopted by the Mohawk, and thus become part of the powerful Iroquois League.

the pinched face of a man with

then came an evil wind, that blew the seeds of misfortune into my garden.

A STATE OF CONFLICT September 10, 1777 John Grey found himself wondering how many horns a dilemma could have.

I now and then wished I could go mad"—he said thoughtfully "—it seemed a great deal easier than having always to think what to do next—but it doesna seem to come natural to me.

means. To be what I am doesna mean only that I'll spill my own blood when I must. It means I must sacrifice other men to the ends of my own cause—not only those I kill as enemies, but

You're honorable. I know it, and so do you." He smiled a little at that. "I try to be. But war's war, Sassenach. Honor only makes it a bit easier to live wi' yourself, afterward.

THE GATHERING STORM

that sought to tear out his throat. The firelight gleamed on the scars that decorated Walking Elk's chest and shoulders—thick white gouges that showed briefly at the gaping neck of his shirt as he writhed picturesquely, arms straining upward against his invisible enemy. Ian found himself leaning forward, his