Quotes About Struggle

Kazimyrah, I would sometimes whisper to myself as I slunk away with a meal hidden beneath my coat, because there were days even I forgot who I had once been.

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.

When you are on the lowest rung of society, you are a comforting reminder to those just a bit above you that life could always be worse, that they are not you.

But now here I was, out in the middle of nowhere, unable to help anyone, not even myself. I was crushed to the desert floor, my face ground into the sand. Laughed at. Ridiculed. Betrayed by someone I had trusted. More than trusted. I had cared about him.

Desperate pieces of string that hold us up but at the same time keep us from being anything other than what we have always been.

Kaden landed on his stomach, clinging to the log as Rafe emerged from the mud below him. Rafe wiped the muck from his face and looked up. "Concede?" Kaden asked. Rafe saluted, graciously giving Kaden his due, but then smiled. "In hell.

Who has not been, or is not to be mad in some lonely hour of life? Who is quite safe from the trembling of the balance?

soul sucking vampire, a bottomless well of need. An incubus, draining my life from me. He was not my shadow; he was the entire darkness crushing me.

Birds cough out their lungs, fly with regret to places where their feet no longer freeze in ice. Birds start falling. Bees lie dying.

There are hardly any exceptions to the rule that a person must pay dearly for the divine gift of the creative fire.

the artist through his or her work revealed pure spirit so that men mired in the bitter reality of daily life might find the strength to continue.30

Everybody has their sadness. And most people are scared of it.

She disapproved, but part of her seemed secretly to sympathize with the sickness. It was like she thought everybody had it, and the best you could do was to cover it up, and sometimes it would just come boiling out anyway. Then you had to point at it and condemn it, even though you knew you had it too.

poorly. Then I fell

I had not only to contend against my own sensibility, but against yours also._The fire which is pent up burns the fiercest!

Maar als jullie genootschap mij kan helpen mijn titel en mijn troon te houden, weet ik wél dat ikzelf alles op alles zal zetten om mijn neef Fabrizio ervan te weerhouden de plannen van zijn vader uit te voeren. - Lucia

It was only for two years, and I jumped from family to family. It's very scary.

Really, every woman is an example to me, because as women we go through so much pain. We have to live this perfect life when we are messed up inside. We all go through trials and tribulations.

She didn't fear death itself, welcoming release from her long struggle between mind and body.

I knew, I knew, but I tried to close the door on my knowing.

T. S. Eliot taught us you can write about your nervous breakdown, but call it 'The Wasteland' and make it big and crazy enough to hide behind.

Tragedy is simpler than uncertainty. Not easier, but simpler.

What hurts so bad about youth isn't the actual butt whippings the world delivers. It's the stupid hopes playacting like certainties.

But I'm not ready to stop listening to the screwed-up inner voice that's been ordering me around for a lifetime. My head thinks it can kill me... and go on living without me.