Quotes About Struggle

White There was a moment in the darkness when the fear lifted. A moment where white surrounded me. Hope. Lily, and someone else, and a sprinkling of water. "Holy water, Jenna." "You can let go if you need to." "Forgiveness, Jenna." But I couldn't let go. It wasn't in my power. I was already swirling, flying, falling. To someplace deep I didn't understand. Where all the sounds buy my own voice disappeared. Only me. For so long. I don't want to be alone anymore. (120)

How does it feel? The rope dug into my wrist . Numbed my ankles. Familiar , I had wanted to answer. Being a prisoner feels familiar. It was all I had ever been. My past held on to me me as strongly as it had when I was a child, my choices still limited, my steps still shackled. My life had been patched together with lies from the day I was born. How does it feel? Old. I was tired of lies.

Truth was a harder skill to master than swinging a sword.

It wears on a person, you know, always having to be perfect. You know that one day something will happen,some problem that won't fit into a neat little project. Something that can't be fixed. Then where does that leave you?" She doesn't hesitate. "You become mortal like the rest of us," she says.

No matter how much they want it, or how much I want it, I can't make it happen. The feeling of failure is familiar. I always tried so hard to be everything they wanted

And suddenly I feel weak, like every question in my head has collided against each other and won't let me think.

Now he was the one who was incredulous. He drew his knife from its sheath, but he was too weak to step forward, and it spilled from his hand. His sword remained useless at his side. He looked back at me in disbelief and slid to the ground, his face twisted in pain. I walked closer and stood over him, kicking his knife away. "You were wrong, Komizar. It's much easier to kill a man than a horse.

A war raged inside her, one she held back, biting it off like a poisonous snake with disturbing self-control.

I looked at her, unsure how to answer. Even after everything Mikael had done, every day I had to let go again. 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.

It is hard to find reason when you're being torn in two.

I hated things being for the best. They never really were. It was a phrase that sugarcoated the leftover crumbs of our options.

Seeing Malich dead was suddenly a very small victory. The satisfaction trickled away, like his blood across the floor. His death only gave me an ending-it didn´t give back what had been taken.

Desperation grew teeth. Claws. It became an animal inside me that knew no bounds, unspeakable, just as Jafir had tried to explain to me so long ago. It tore open my darkest thoughts, letting them unfurl like black wings.

From the weakest will come strength. From the hunted will come freedom.

Anything good in his life he had fought and scratched for, and his joy came from a deep place of understanding the lack of it.

How did one fall out of love without falling apart at the same time?

wound goes. It is deep. What. How. Oh,

We all have a dark place in us. It's what we do with it and the choices we make.

My mind reasons that there's nothing to be afraid of, but something inside me I can't control reacts differently.

Brightmist. It's one of the poorest quarters. Don't let the name fool you. Nothing bright about it. Garvin was wrong. There was at least one bright thing about it. -Jase

I'm afraid of everything. Myself. Mother. Lily. Friends who haunt me in the night. Even going to school, which is something I asked for. If I have attitude, it is hiding somewhere deep, someplace I'm afraid I may never find. Jenna

You will have to do worse things to survive. Sometimes you must kill.

If ever there were three mismatched riders, it was us-the crown prince of Dalbreck, the Assassin of Venda, and the fugitive princess of Morrighan. Sons and Daughter of three kingdoms each bent on the domination of the other two.

Freedoms are never won once and for all, Kazimyrah. They come and go, like the centuries. I cannot grow lazy. Memories are short. It is the forgetting that I fear." That was what I feared too. Forgetting.