Quotes About Struggle

My heart, soul, body, and mind all have scars that will never properly heal. Still, I survived.

This is where the calluses on a man's hand are bigger than his conscience, and dreams get drowned in sweat and tears.

It's no laughing matter when you have to fight with the roaches to see who gets the cornflakes.

freedom must be fought for, every day.

Stones taught me to fly. Love taught me to lie. Life taught me to die. So it's not hard to fall, When you float like a cannonball.

Åžöyle oluyor.

There are many monsters, oh, many!

Her husband's foot touches hers, she pulls her foot away. Terrible to flinch from what you once, briefly, loved, or thought you did, or wanted to think you did. But are shackled to, regardless, for life.

Damon Galgut

But enough, we are the rainbow nation, which is to say it's a mixed and motley and mongrel assembly in the church today, restive and ill at ease, like antagonistic elements from the periodic table.

Survival isn't instructive, just demeaning.

Something is wrong with him. You mark my words. He's a wild donkey of

I long ago came to the conclusion that all life is 6 to 5 against.

God, please help me! I can't go through

If nothing else, Malus Darkblade, you can be counted on to react to adversity with as much violence as physically possible"- Tzarkan

In the grim darkness of the far future there is more than war. There are real people there too.

Enemy?' Horus laughed. 'When did they become the enemy? They are men like us.' He glared up at the night sky, threw back his head and screamed a curse at the stars. Then his voice fell to a whisper. Loken was close enough to hear his words. 'Why have you tasked me with this, father? Why have you forsaken me? Why? It is too hard. It is too much. Why did you leave me to do this on my own?

christ alive we're abit of a mess arent we?

Do you think me weak, flawed? Do you hate me for setting my Inquisitorial role above the needs of one agonised being?

It remains a sad truth of the Imperium that virtually no veteran ever comes back from fighting its wars intact. Combat alone shreds nerves and shatters bodies. But the horrors of the warp, and of foul xenos forms like the tyranid, steal sanity forever, and leave veterans fearing the shadows, and the night and, sometimes, the nature of their friends and neighbours, for the rest of their lives.

We will spend our lives fighting to secure this Imperium, and then I fear we will spend the rest of our days fighting to keep it intact. There is such involving darkness amongst the stars. Even when the Imperium is complete, there will be no peace. We will be obliged to fight on to preserve what we have fought to establish. Peace is a vain wish. Our crusade may one day adopt another name, but it will never truly end. In the far future, there will be only war.

we got beat to shit tonite. beat to shit. i know tosh is hurt worse than shes letting on, and james must be banged up a treat. owen too, but hes playing it all macho.

Aleuton sat back and sighed. 'Eight days ago. They're getting hammered. Twenty-two engines, that's all Macaroth allowed us to keep here as a standing defence. The enemy has at least seven times that power.' He reached over and picked up a sheaf of black-edged papers. 'You see these? Death notices. Eight of them. Eight engines dead. What does that tell you?

I am a rat, and I am gnawing. I am a rat.