Quotes About Struggle

Ah, such pluck, such fire! Indeed, madam, I will touch you . . . but were you to go down without a fight, I should be sadly disappointed. . . So, indulge yourself, Maeve, and"—his fingers caught her collar and pulled it downward, exposing her neck and shoulders to his mouth—"fight.

But Gwyneth was determined that this dark angel, this remote but magnificent man she loved, would not die.

Damon sank back down into the chair and raked his hands down over his face. Lady Simms sat quietly across from him, not saying a word. Unable to stand it any longer, he looked up and impaled her with a stare hot enough to melt rock. "I suppose you think me a raving madman now, don't you?

A cutlass thrust itself before his nose. "I mean it, Gray!" Never pausing, he knocked it aside and began to haul himself up and over the gunwale. She tried to step on his fingers as he reached for a hold. He grabbed her ankle. She pulled her knife on him. He snared her wrist and threw the weapon aside. She screamed every curse she knew at him. And he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, to the wild cheers of her own traitorous crew.

He strode right up to the door of her cabin, seized the latch, and yanked. Locked. "Open the door, Maeve." "Rot in hell, you wretch!" "Open the damned door, Maeve." "I said, go to—" He raised his foot, drew back, and with all his strength, kicked the latch. Once, twice—and then the door crashed open under the force of his blows and he was in the cabin and striding angrily across the tiny space.

A dalliance? Is that what you think of me? A dalliance? " "Now, Maeve, darling—" "Don't you now Maeve darling me!" she cried and swung her open palm against his jaw with all the force in her body. He stood there and allowed her to slap him. He saw the fire blazing now in her eyes, hot angry fire that burned him to the core.

Really, Doctor, why do they insist upon giving us such a devil of a time?

Maeve's temper exploded. "Furthermore," she raged, "I will not marry you and spend my days as a—" The admiral clapped his hand over her mouth. She bit him. He never flinched, only grinning and pushing his palm harder against her teeth to smother her snarls of fury.

I had spent my childhood and the better part of my early adulthood trying to understand my mother. She had been an extraordinarily difficult person, spiteful and full of rage, with a temper that could flare, seemingly out of nowhere, scorching everything and everyone who got in its way. [pp. 40-41]

Most of the time I liked school and got good grades. In junior high, though, I hit a stumbling block with math - I used to come home and cry because of how frustrated I was! But after a few good teachers and a lot of perseverance, I ended up loving math and even choosing it as a major when I got to college.

Staying positive is one of the hardest fights, though I'm happy I'm in it.

I really enjoy life I'm just not good at it.

I guess if you take away the pain in life it means having no beauty to hope for.

What does a car bomb say about poverty, or the execution of a rural mayor explain about disenfranchisement?... The war had become, it it wasn't from the beginning, an indecipherable text.

By the tie I arrived at the clinic I was typically so demoralized I could barely stand. I was twenty-three years old and I looked like Nixon resigning the presidency.

You never have the wind with you — either it is against you or you're having a good day.

It's hard to describe depression to someone who's never experienced it. Now I would say it's like you're in a boat on the ocean with no land in sight, and the ocean is made of pain. You don't want to dip your oar in the water, because you'll splash yourself and be in even more agony than you are already. So you sit and do nothing. And then the boat starts to leak.

The Taliban probably found it all amusing, as the ignorant occupiers essentially provided their foes' death benefits.

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, And the women come out to cut up what remains, Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains An' go to your Gawd like a soldier. —RUDYARD KIPLING, "THE YOUNG BRITISH SOLDIER

You try to make the world a better place and what does it get you? I mean, Christ, how the hell does one man stand a chance against four billion assholes?

The truth is, when you are starting out, you do not "play" tennis; you struggle and fight and pay attention and slowly get better. The truth is, we learn in staggering-baby steps. Effort-based language works because it speaks directly to the core of the learning experience, and when it comes to ignition, there's nothing more powerful.

We think of effortless performance as desirable, but it's really a terrible way to learn

We think of effortless performance as desirable, but it's really a terrible way to learn," said Robert Bjork

Q: Why is targeted, mistake-focused practice so effective? A: Because the best way to build a good circuit is to fire it, attend to mistakes, then fire it again, over and over. Struggle is