Quotes About Struggle

Mrs. Clutterthorpe, I can hardly think of any fate worse than becoming the mother of six. Unless perhaps it were plague, and even then I am persuaded a few disfiguring buboes and possible death would be preferable to motherhood.

He isn't interested in simple. He wants what he wants. No matter how much trouble she is and no matter whether he even understands it himself.

there were days I wrote get out of bed in my planner just to be able to feel like I'd accomplished something.

the scars were commentary to his courage,

My dear child, it is never finished. Our enemies are cunning and careful. and they are legion.

Mourning is a bitch. And it's a process. You're just not finished with it." "That's the point," she said. "I think I am. At least I want to be. I am so sick and tired of waking up feeling like someone tore off one of my limbs. Every morning, for just a few seconds, I forget. I wake up and it hasn't happened yet. There's nothing but emptiness and calm. And then it comes crashing down and I hate it. I hate it so much.

Sometimes I helps a few of the other girls out," she told him, raising her chin. "Long Bet needed new boots last week, and Mary Jane lacked a few shillings to renting her own room. She's got a snug little place of her own, just around the corner," she added. The dreams in this part of the city were as small and pinched as the faces. Four walls to call one's own. A hot meal, a pair of shoes with sound soles.

I had forgot," I said slowly, "Forgot what?" "That talking to you is like staring into a carnival looking glass. Up is down, down is up, Nothing makes sense." "Of course it does." His voice was gentle and his smile back in evidence. "Veronica, do you think I enjoy playing the villain? I loathe it. I want only to be left alone, but like any creature, I will fight if I am cornered...

I have seen enough of the world to know that women can scratch and claw and fight just as fiercely as men for what they want. Perhaps more.

I sat for a long time, uncomfortable both with the person I had been and the person I was finally becoming. Caught between the two of them, I felt rather lonely, as one often does with a new acquaintance.

I had kept Stoker hard at work, coaxing and bullying him into the best state he had known since she had annihilated him, and now her name was spoken once more, like a terrible incantation summoning a ghost that had never been entirely laid.

The young are often unjust. But in time I hope she will come to see that I am not the villainess she believed. I did everything in my power to save my husband from ruin. Instead I caused it.

I've had my ass grabbed more times than I care to count, and there was exactly one Black field agent in the first twelve years I worked for them.

He had carried the weight of self-loathing for a lifetime, and sometimes it was far harder to put a heavy burden down than it was to continue to plod on, mile after mile, one's back bowed against the weight of it.

That's the trouble with women," she said. "We know what we oughtn't do, and yet we do it anyway. Nature has given us instincts, but when a man comes along, we hear only his voice, and not our own

And do you know who was supposed to look after it? I was. She would live with us and give him his golden child, and I was to be nothing more than a nursemaid in my own home, reduced to whatever crumbs she saw fit to leave me.

Guilt if we want to be mothers, guilt if we take the Pill instead or choose to abort. Guilt if we stay home with our kids or guilt if we work. Guilt if we sleep with a man, guilt if we say no. Guilt if we're lucky enough to survive for no good reason. I'm so damned sick of it. I've never been so tired of anything in my life. I just . . . I just want to go to sleep forever.

I gave him a watery smile. "There is an old Spanish proverb: 'Take what you want. Take it, said God. And pay.'" "We have paid every minute of our lives. Let someone else pay,

I hate all the white people. ... You are thieves and liars. You have taken away our land and made us outcasts.

I know it's hard when you can't fix what's wrong for those you love. In those times, you have to be there as support to help them make it through.

I guess forgiveness, like happiness, isn't a final destination. You don't one day get there and get to stay.

People can attach themselves to something--an idea, another person, a desire--with an impossibly strong grip, and in the case of restless ghosts, a grip stronger than death. Will is a powerful thing. Will--it's supposed to be a good treat, a more determined and persistent version of determination and persistence. But will and obsession--they sit right next to each other. They pretend to be strangers and all the while meet secretly at midnight." -

Or so we don't think about how we're just vulnerable specks trying to survive on a violent, tumultuous planet, at the mercy of hurricanes and volcanoes and asteroids and terrorists and disease and a million other things. We concentrate on having little thoughts so we don't have BIG THOUGHTS. . . . You've got to ignore the one big truth - life is fatal.

The hope was, people like me got to finally find our place in college or in the actual world. People who understood this told you that high school wasn't the actual world, that it was more like a temporary alternate reality you were forced to believe in for four years. A video game you played, where you could never get to the next level no matter how hard you tried.