Quotes About Struggle

Wondered often, if I could call that edge to my service, and sheathe it safe again. For I have seen a great many men grow hard in that calling, and their steel decay to dull iron. And I have wondered often, was I master in my soul, or did I become the slave of my own blade?

Sometimes I want to ride you like a wild horse, and bring you to the taming - did you know that? I can do it, you know I can. Drag you over the edge and drain you to a gaping husk. I can drive you to the edge of collapse and sometimes I delight in it, Jamie, I do! And yet, so often I want' - my voice broke suddenly and I had to swallow hard before continuing - 'I want... to hold your head against my breast and cradle you like a child and comfort you to sleep.

bent forward, hugging his knees. 'Then I could see, too. The English, wriggling over the ground like maggots in meat, and the men behind me. George McClure came up with me, and Wallace and Ross on the other side, and we were walkin' still, one pace at a time, but faster and faster, seein' the sassenaches breaking before us.' There was a dull boom off to the right;

the frantic, reflexive Dear Lord, let it be all right of everyone facing crisis. Over time, either the crisis or the petitioner wears down, and prayer either ceases or Ã¢â'¬Â¦ the person praying starts to listen.

Grey shook his head and, wheezing gently, one hand to his bruised ribs, got awkwardly to his feet and hobbled to the wing chair. "You could Ã¢â'¬Â¦ have helped," he said to Fraser. "Ye managed brawly on your own," Fraser assured him gravely, and to his mortification, Grey found that this word of praise gratified him exceedingly.

There are ways of killing other than a knife or a gun, and there are things worse than physical death.' His tone softened. In Saint Anne, you pulled back from more than one kind of death, mo duinne, and never think I don't know it. ' He shook his head. 'Perhaps I do owe you more than you owe me, after all.

For a moment, half blinded by dirt, I couldn't see Jamie at all. Then I spotted him. He was under the bear, one arm locked around its neck, his head tucked into the joint of the shoulder just under the drooling jaws.

Rebekah looked like a wee dolly, but she was surprisingly solid, as he found when she put her foot in his hands and he tossed her up into the saddle. She didn't manage to swing her leg over and instead lay across the saddle like a dead deer, waving her arms and legs in agitation. Wrestling her into an upright position and getting himself set behind her left him red-faced and sweating, far more than dealing with the horses had. Jamie

I have wondered," he said, so low I could scarcely hear him. "Wondered often, if I could call that edge to my service, and sheathe it safe again. For I have seen a great many men grow hard in that calling, and their steel decay to dull iron. And I have wondered often, was I master in my soul, or did I become the slave of my own blade?

To fight disease without medicine is to push against a shadow; a darkness that spreads as inexorably as night.

Now, I am not basically a nice person. I _am_ snice, arrogant, and short-tempered. I try to overcome these things, and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't.

It was like being caught in a meat grinder; a brief moment of total chaos, punctuated by random hard blows to the body and the sensation of being suffocated in a large, reeking hairy blanket.

box with me, so there was little I could

holes in his back that he

It was a great temptation. He felt the pull of the dark wild forest, above all, the lure of freedom. If he could but walk away into the greenwood, and stay there Ã¢â'¬Â¦ But he shook his head.

Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment. He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and He hath set darkness in my paths.

But if a man's bound to go to the devil, he'll find a way to do it, no matter where ye set him down.

wasn't crying. Grief and shock simply overflowed; I could not contain them.

The Governor glared at him for a moment, lips pressed tight, but then his shoulders sagged in defeat. "I will," he said shortly. "But I should regard it as a great personal favor if you would endeavor not to be captured.

I'll try verra hard, John." The Governor sat down, wearily. There were deep circles under his eyes, and his impeccable linen was wilted; obviously he had not changed his clothes from the day before. "All right. I don't know where you're going, and it's likely better I don't. But if you can, keep out of the sealanes north of Antigua. I sent a boat this morning, to ask for as many men as the barracks there can supply, marines and sailors both.

Slightly shorter than the common height, Grey found himself at a disadvantage in crowds.

I find being an adult very difficult. Being an adult artist, Asian American, incredibly difficult. Or trying, anyway.

There was always a struggle with being Asian and not being Asian enough. It's going to be down to me to own my race.

I always felt that just being an actor is difficult. Being an Asian-American actor doesn't make it more difficult. I see it as an opportunity and a chance to help other Asian-American actors coming along.