Quotes About Struggle

She hated Jourdan as she had never hated anyone in her life before. She tried to move away, but he wouldn't let her, his face a white mask of fury above her, and she realised that she had voiced her thoughts out loud. 'You don't hate me, mignonne,' he drawled with harsh cruelty, his fingers biting into the tender flesh of her arms. 'You hate yourself for being a woman...

The Rubbish Picker's Wife

I'm not the most positive person.

Nothing worthwhile ever comes easily

The sad truth was that he feared he would never marry and have a family of his own. Meg was the only woman since his wild youth that made his blood sing. She was the only woman who made him want to be better, stronger. She was the only woman whose spirit cried out to him. For her sake, no matter how much he suffered, he had to ignore the call.

Oh, other people's happiness, especially when it is ill-won, is hard to bear when you are unhappy yourself,' he said. 'I should know.

I failed him. He needed me and I failed him. God, Roger, how am I going to bear this, what am I going to do?

Well, life is very cruel. Very.' 'I would say', said Giles, 'it was death that was cruel. Not life.

She didn't tell him about the cancer. She didn't want to tell anyone about it. It seemed to make everything worse.

Fleur who had started from nothing, who had no rich parents

That he had not behaved as if he adored her, that she would not indeed have left him if he had, that he had most steadfastly refused indeed to become her husband, that he had misused her dreadfully, that he had been ill-tempered and critical of her, that he had been a bad provider, that his own pride had refused to allow her to add so much as one franc of her own money to the family budget – all these things were as nothing to Adele.

Penny Vincenzi

Het moest de Duivel zijn die het gereedschap om het goede te doen uitkoos. Hij nam daarvoor de nobele mensen die vrees konden kennen. Maar als de goeden konden doden noch vernietigen dan was het goede hulpeloos.

One of my many horrors is to become the man with the frayed jacket and unfastened flies standing at the Co-op counter with egg on his shirt and more too because the mirror in the hall has given up the ghost. A shipwrecked man without an anchor in the world except in his own liquid thoughts where time has lost its sequence.

The paper was folded twice without a speck on it and bore a note in his handwriting: I cannot go on any longer. I was sure that was something we understood, both Jesper and I, that he could not go on any longer, but what it was he could not go on with we had no idea, because he was as strong as an ox and could work harder and longer than anyone else I have ever known.

Perhaps to protect me from the bright light of God. If there was a God, he or she was no good at its job. Apparently there was just too much to do, listening to the prayers of all those who actually mattered, the faithful, the pious, the deluded, the stupid.

War is hell," she said. "Do you know why I always beat you, Daddy?" "Tell me." "Because you hate to lose pieces.

Why are people so fucked up?" I asked "Maybe you do need college, Poiter," Everett said. "You want to know why people are so fucked up? Son, that's about the only question I can answer with even a small measure of authority. It's because they're people. People, my friend, are worse than anybody.

Why are you still a priest?" Eigen asked, not letting the subject go. "My dear girl," Karras said. "I remain a goddamn cleric because in this world one needs something to hide behind. I have chosen this fucking collar. You have chosen mathematics.

Contemporary criticism only represents the amount of ignorance genius has to contend with.

Men of England, wherefore plowFor the lords who lay ye low?

Man, who wert once a despot and a slave;A dupe and a deceiver; a decay;A traveler from the cradle to the graveThrough the dim light of this immortal day.

Oh,lift me as a wave,a leaf,a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life!I bleed!

Rise like lions after slumber In unvanquishable number Shake your chains to earth like dew We are many, they are few