Quotes About Struggle

Keys were hardly known for their complacency, and this one was near howling for a lock.

Only barbarians and madmen take pleasure in combat. Whoever

rabia puede calentarte por la noche, y el orgullo herido puede alentar a un hombre a hacer cosas maravillosas.

es mejor tener la boca llena de veneno que un secreto del corazón. Cualquier idiota sabe escupir el veneno, pero nosotros guardamos esos tesoros dolorosos. Tragamos para contenerlos todos los días, obligándonos a permanecer en lo más profundo de nosotros. Ahí se quedan, volviéndose cada vez más pesados, enconándose. Con el tiempo, no pueden evitar aplastar el corazón que los contiene.

I was looking for a place to put my blood," I said. "Most people keep that inside, she said. "It's easier.

bar and dashed it against Skarpi's head, shattering

La habría seguido y habría intentado resolverlo todo, pero ella ya estaba fuera, y faltaba menos de una hora para mi entrevista de admisiones. Además, si trataba de ayudar a todas las mujeres que Ambrose había traumatizado, no tendría tiempo para comer ni para dormir.

CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE Losing the Light

I forced my way through by gritting my teeth and occasionally closing one eye so as not to damage the entirety of my brain.

All around me there was a great numbness, as if I were sealed in wax ten inches thick. There was no Kvothe, only the confusion, the anger, and the numbness wrapping them. I was like a sparrow in a storm, unable to find a safe branch to cling to. Unable to control the tumbling motion of my flight.

wanted to say something. I wanted to say it didn't bother me, but that would be a lie. I wanted to tell her all that really mattered to me was that she came back, but I was worried that might be too much truth.

He beat you." And as I spoke the words I felt a terrible anger come together inside me. It wasn't hot and furious, as some of my flashes of temper tend to be. This was different, slow and cold.

Había días que te aplastaban como una losa.

She knew the way of things. She knew if you weren't always stepping lightly as a bird the whole world came apart to crush you. Like a house of cards. Like a bottle against stones. Like a wrist pinned hard beneath a hand with the hot breath smell of want and wine. . . .

O que mais pode esperar - perguntou-lhe baixinho - de homens que têm demônios como vizinhos? Até o melhor dos cães é capaz de morder, se for chutado o suficiente.

Finding the right analogy is as hard as…" I put on a thoughtful expression. "As hard as…" I made an inarticulate grasping gesture.

Moving was a lesson in punitive anatomy.

Cuando vives en la calle, o desarrollas una sensibilidad especial para detectar ciertas cosas, o tu vida está condenada a ser breve y desgraciada.

put his back into it, he managed to slide it slowly

Estés donde estés, la gente es básicamente la misma. Además, la rabia puede calentarte por la noche, y el orgullo herido puede alentar a un hombre a hacer cosas maravillosas.

It felt wrong giving up without trying everything possible.

I jerked away from her, almost falling. "No!" I meant to shout but it came out as a weak croak, "Don't touch me." My voice was shaking, though I couldn't tell if I was angry or afraid.

No son buenos tiempos para ser un hombre valiente.

I won't have any part of it. Not for the world. Trying to help right now would be like trying to put out a fire with my hands. Painful, and with no real results.