Quotes About Struggle

He says, it will be all right. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

I knew he killed men every day; he came home wet with their blood, stains he scrubbed from his skin before dinner. But there were moments, like now, when that knowledge overwhelmed me.

You have eked out ten more years of life, and I'm glad for you...You have made a fair run of blocking fate's path. But you cannot do it forever. The gods will not let you.

The thought was this: that all my life had been murk and depths, but I was not a part of that dark water. I was a creature within.

few of these, so few I can count them on my fingers, I let go. They did not see me as their dinner. They were pious men, honestly lost, and I would feed them, and if there was a handsome one among them I might take him to my bed.

Name one hero who was happy." I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back. "You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward. "I can't." "I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret." "Tell me." I loved it when he was like this. "I'm going to be the first.

Bu dünyaya bir an daha dayanamayaca??m, diye dü?ündüm. "Öyleyse çocu?um, ba?ka bir dünya yap.

They are not naturally fools, it is only that they are caught between two scorpions.

Und wie lautete dieser Gedanke? Dass mein ganzes Leben bisher aus trüben und tiefen Wassern bestanden hatte, aber dass ich nicht Teil dieser dunklen Fluten war. Ich war ein Geschöpf, das darin lebte.

It was enough to watch him win, to see the soles of his feet flashing as they kicked up sand, or the rise and fall of his shoulders as he pulled through the salt. It was enough.

He was tired of living among ashes,

It was a sort of rage, a knife I used upon myself. I did it to prove my skin was still my own.

Sus heridas hasta ese momento habían sido superficiales y siempre había habido alguien para ofrecerle consuelo. Ahora estaba sola en el gabinete de su dolor.

La pena creció en mi interior hasta que estuvo a punto de ahogarme. «Su muerte». Solo de pensarlo me sentía morir, caía en picado a través de un cielo absolutamente negro.

But even I could not fill each minute with fear. I have heard that men who live by a waterfall cease to hear it—in such a way did I learn to live beside the rushing torrent of his doom. The days passed, and he lived. Two months passed, and I could go a whole day without looking over the precipice of his death.

They would return Helen, or we would get to fight for her properly, in the field.

War breeds many sins (…)

It was not murder that exiled me, it was my lack of cunning.

Tell me a hero who was happy. -There isn't.

Fue extraño, pero me descubrí intentando no ser una decepción para él

Las rígidas tiras de cuero se hundieron en la suave piel cuyos contornos yo había seguido con el dedo aquella misma noche. Las manos me temblaron, ávidas de deshacer las tensas correas y liberarle, pero no lo hice.

Él luchó para salvarte a ti ya tu preciada reputación

El luchó para salvarte a ti y a tu preciada reputación

Había contemplado la muerte en pinturas y en los tapices, y también en las figuras negras de las hidrias, pero jamás había visto la vibración del estertor, el ahogo, la desesperación. El olor a sangre.