Quotes About Struggle

I couldn't let her come back whole and that, I think, really symbolizes her not coming back whole. Antebellum slavery didn't leave people quite whole.

I wouldn't want to give up being what I am," I said. "I … I want to be ooloi. I really want it. And I wish I didn't. How can I want to cause the family so much trouble?" "You want to be what you are. That's healthy and right for you. What we do about it is our decision, our responsibility. Not yours." I

Grief was grief, she thought. It was pain and loss and despair—an abrupt end where there should have been a continuing.

I began writing about power because I had so little.

Clay was slowly deciding to kill himself. It was slow because, in spite of everything Clay did not want to die. He was just becoming less and less able to tolerate the pain of living.

Human beings are good at creating hells for themselves, even out of richness.

Human competitiveness and territoriality were often at the root of particularly horrible fashions in oppression.

Sometimes they need to prove to themselves that they still own themselves, that they can still care for themselves, that they still have things—customs—that are their own." "Sounds like an expression of the Human conflict," Aaor said. "It is," I agreed. "They're proving their independence at a time when they're no longer independent...

Power came the way a child came -- with agony.

Get focused on arranging to survive so that we can do more than just get batted around by crazy people, desperate people, thugs, and leaders who don't know what they're doing!" She

Thus, when her enemies came to kill her, she knew more about surviving than they did about killing. And

She was strange now, erratic, sometimes needing my friendship, trusting me with her dangerous longings for freedom, her wild plans to run away again; and sometimes hating me, blaming me for her trouble. One

I couldn't really let her come all the way back. I couldn't let her return to what she was, I couldn't let her come back whole and that, I think, really symbolizes her not coming back whole. Antebellum slavery didn't leave people quite whole.

Just struggling with my own perversity.

In six years, she had gone from nothing to nothing.

This would be so goddamn much easier if I weren't human," she said. "Think about it. If I weren't human, why the hell would I care whether you got raped?

You do everything they tell you," she wept, "and they still treat you like a old dog. Go here, open your legs; go there, bust your back. What they care! I ain't s'pose to have no feelin's!

But if all I had to look forward to was marriage to him and babies and poverty that just keeps getting worse, I think I'd kill myself.

The Dunns must of felt this when Tracy vanished. Crazy as they are, crazy as she was, they must

Then … Rufus's fear of death calls me to him, and my own fear of death sends me home.

Because as much as I want all that I said to be true, it isn't. We'll be moved, all right. It's just a matter of when, by whom, and in how many pieces.

My grandmother left a whole bookcase of old science fiction novels. The company-city subgenre always seemed to star a hero who outsmarted, overthrew, or escaped "the company." I've never seen one where the hero fought like hell to get taken in and underpaid by the company. In real life, that's the way it will be. That's the way it is.

Comecei a escrever sobre poder porque era algo que eu tinha muito pouco

Do you believe? Belief will not save you.