Quotes About Struggle

The Apothecary was surprised. "You would give up everything you believed in?" "If it would save my daughters," the parson said. "I'd give up everything.

If you fight the devil, you become him." "Maybe it takes a devil to fight a devil," I said. "But at the end of that fight, Bathsheba," he said, "don't only devils remain?

Not everyone has to be the chosen one. Not everyone has to be the guy who saves the world. Most people just have to live their lives the best they can, doing the things that are great from them, having great friends, trying to make their lives better, loving people probably. All the while knowing that the world makes no sense but trying to find a way to be happy anyways.

Haven musta been a comfortable place, a place where men weren't fighting every day just to survive. Maybe too much comfort was the problem.

Hmm," Mistress Coyle hmms.

His chest still burned, so much he couldn't tell where the anger stopped and the wound began.

The nightmare feeling was rising in him, turning everything seem heavy and impossible, like he'd been asked to lift a mountain with his bare hands and no one would let him leave until he did.

Yer alive," he says, and he is so relieved, so happy, to see me in the middle of all that death where I am alone and alone and alone for ever, he is so happy that I vow to kill him -

I fight them every time I bandage the blackened eye of a woman, every time I remove shrapnel from a bomb victim. That's my war. That's the war I'm fighting.

It does not matter what you think, the monster said, because you mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day.

Isn't dying once enough? he thinks. Am I going to have to keep doing it? But then he thinks, No. Because you can die before you're dead, too.

We all fall but that's not what matters. What matters is picking yourself up again.

And here was a man who lived on belief, but who sacrificed it at the first challenge, right when he needed it most. He believed selfishly and fearfully. And it took the lives of his daughters.

Here's what I think," I say and my voice is stronger and my thoughts are coming, thoughts that trickle into my Noise like whispers of the truth. "I think maybe everybody falls," I say. "I think maybe we all do. And I don't think that's the asking." I pull on her arms gently to make sure she's listening. "I think the asking is whether we get back up again.

Stories are the wildest things of all, the monster rumbled. Stories chase and bite and hunt.

What a sad thing men are. Can't do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can't build something up without tearing it down. It ain't the Spackle that drove us to the end. It was ourselves.

Oh, poor little Seth, with his poor little parents who didn't love him. You said we all want there to be more than this! Well, there's always more than this. There's always something you don't know. Maybe your parents didn't love you enough, and that sucks, yes, it does, but maybe it wasn't because you were bad. Maybe it was just because the worst thing in the world had happened to them and they weren't able to deal with it.

Not one of them lifting a hand to save theirselves from what's coming, hoping if they're meek enough, if they're weak enough, then the monster won't eat 'em.

If war is hard - and it is, forever and always - then after war is just as hard, in a different way.

Yo pienso así —afirmo mientras mis pensamientos van surgiendo e inmiscuyéndose con el ruido—. Creo que todo el mundo cae —asevero—, todos nosotros sin excepción. Y me parece que la cuestión no es esa. La sujeto por los hombros para asegurarme de que me está prestando atención. —Me parece que la cuestión es si somos o no capaces de levantarnos.

All the while knowing that the world makes no sense but trying to find a way to be happy anyway.

The devil always outnumbers his foes," he said. "Even if he is alone.

hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that it's dangerous, too, that it's painful and risky, that it's making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?

A peace that blacked yer eye," I say. "A peace that split yer lip.