Quotes About Struggle

She felt the panic rising in her then. She knew. She knew how quickly things could break. You did the things you could. You tended to the world for the world's sake. You hoped you would be safe. But still she knew. It could come crashing down and there was nothing you could do. And yes, she knew she wasn't right. She knew her everything was canted wrong. She knew her head was all unkilter. She knew she wasn't true inside. She knew.

Ambrose, your presence is the horseshit frosting on the horseshit cake that is the admissions interview process.

Answers were always important, but they were seldom easy.

Hours later the blank sheet still stared at me, and I beat my fist against the desk in fury and fustration, striking it so hard my hand bled. That is how heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow easier than ink.

Some days simply lay on you like stones. Some were fickle as cats, sliding away when you needed comfort, then coming back later when you didn't want them, jostling at you, stealing your breath.

so many thoughts, my kvothe. you know too much to be happy.

Normally I miss deadlines like a storm trooper misses Jedi.

Secrets of the heart. We swallow hard against them every day, forcing them deep inside us. There they sit, growing heavier, festering. Given enough time, they cannot help but crush the heart that holds them.

When left to its own devices it tends to make me look as if I've been set afire.

But he was coming. He would be here soon, all sweet and brave and shattered and kind. He would come carrying and clever-fingered and oh so unaware of oh so many things. He was rough against the world, but even so...

But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world. Even though she knew it was a wicked thing to do.

She kicked, but there was little to be gained from that, burdened as she was with the heavy lump of sharp, hard love she held so tightly to her chest. Was it the answers that it held that gave it so much weight?

As he continued to load the barrow, he moved slower and slower, like a machine winding down. Eventually he stopped completely and stood for a long minute, still as stone. Only then did his composure break. And even with no one there to see, he hid his face in his hands and wept quietly, his body wracked with wave on wave of heavy, silent sobs.

The gesture was so tight with rage she feared she'd snap and crack the world in two.

Solo la verdad podría romperme. ¿Qué hay más duro que la verdad?

Took an arrow in the knee on my way through the Eld three summers ago. It gives out every now and then.

Admit me for more than two jots and I will not be able to attend. Admit me for less and I will be here every day, while every night I will do what it takes to stay alive while I study here. I will sleep in alleys and stables, wash dishes for kitchen scraps, beg pennies to buy pens. I will do whatever it takes." I said the last words fiercely, almost snarling them.

You were a little wild around the eyes there," she (Denna) said gently. "I don't think I've ever seen you out of sorts before." I took another slow breath. I'm out of sorts all the time," I (Kvothe) said. "I just don't show it.

We can't do anything but snap at each other," I said. "The masters made sure of that. Anything too extreme would get us expelled for Conduct Unbecoming a Member of the Arcanum. Why do you think I haven't made his life a hell?" "You're lazy?" Wil suggested.

Needless to say, playing these things hurt, but it was a hurt like tender fingers on lute strings. I bled a bit and hoped that I would callous soon.

PERHAPS THE GREATEST FACULTY our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain.

Besides, anger can keep you warm at night, and wounded pride can spur a man to wondrous things.

The poorer you are, the more your pride is worth.

Has deducido una verdad universal: la realidad suele ser injusta.