Quotes About Struggle

People were so fragile, so easily broken, so hard to put back together. "Mr.

I look out the window, a jammed-up feeling growing inside. Am I going to cry? Or is it something else? My eyes are dry, but I feel like something wants to burst out of me. I focus on the empty road outside. Hold back. Hold it in. Keep your mouth shut, Jenna. Keep it shut. Shut. Shut.

We grow when the walls press in. We grow when life steals our control. We grow in darkness.

Control is the inner disease of those who need stability and order to function.

So much growth can come in discord. The pain we walk through can become a catalyst to push us toward God.

I'm just a broken girl who's learned I can't walk the crooked path of this life.

Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way.

Until one comes who is mightier, The one sprung from misery, The one who was weak, The one who was hunted, The one marked with claw and vine, The one named in secret, The one called Jezelia.

I would never betray Venda." "Sometimes we're all pushed to do things we thought we could never do.

Once upon a time, Long, long ago, Seven stars were flung from the sky. One to shake the mountains, One to churn the seas, One to choke the air, And four to test the hearts of men. Your hearts are to be tested now. Open them to the truths, For we must not just be ready For the enemy without, But also the enemy within.

What had her life been like in Venda? Or maybe, more precisely, what had they done to her? She was not the result of happy, content parents. It was like she'd been held prisoner in a cellar her whole life. She flinched at sun and an open sky. As soon as we hit the Heethe plateau, she kept her eyes straight ahead on some distant point, her focus like steel, her shoulders rigid, like she carried a heavy pack on her back.

Choice I needed it like I needed air. Bit no one could hear me. No one could listen. No words. No sound. No voice. I couldn't even dream myself away. Choices were made. None of them mine. At first I wondered if it was hell. And then I knew it was.

He was a habit in my thoughts, not any more welcome than a rash, but I'd find myself thinking of him before I even realized what I was doing. Banishing him from my thoughts was like learning to breathe in a new way. it was a conscious effort.

I was becoming stronger in some ways but weaker in others.

Rafe pulled against the soldiers who twisted his hands behind his back to chain him, but his eyes never left mine. I looked at him, not a stranger, but not a farmer either. It had been a clever deception from the very beginning. The wind swirled between us, threw mist in our faces. Whispered. In the farthest corner … I will find you. I wiped at my eyes, the real and true blurring. But I knew this much. He came. He was here. And maybe, for now, that was all the truth I needed.

Aster was eager for any kind of— Chance. She had only wanted a chance . A way out, a greater story than the one that had been written for her, just like I had wanted. Tell my bapa I tried, Miz . A chance to control her own destiny. But for her, escape was impossible.

The wind, time, They circle, repeat, Teaching us to be every watchful, For freedoms are never won, Once and for all, But must be won over and over again. - Song of Jezelia

I hated that I found him—appealing. Not just his appearance, but the confidence of his strides, the calculations in his gaze, his cockiness, his damned voice. I hated the ridiculous flip-flop my stomach did just now when I caught him looking at me.

The thought weaves into her unexpectedly, as so many thoughts do, time again. How do you make the remembering stop?

They placed me on a pedestal from the day I was born! What choice did I have but to be perfect!

Now I understood why Sven preferred soldiering to love. It was easier to understand and far less likely to get you killed. I

This was something I'd never been trained for. There were no military strategies or drills to prepare me for the daily torment of not killing someone.

It was as if no one noticed my strengths or interests. I was a piece of cheese being shoved into a mold... The last few years, I hadn't measured up in any way, and the more they pushed, molded, and silenced me, the more I wanted to be heard.

Maybe we all have a dark place inside of us, a place where dark thoughts and darker dreams live, but it doesn't have to become who we are.