Quotes About Struggle

My mom beat me up," I informed my reflection. It looked back sympathetically.

Sleep with Seth Mortensen? Good grief. It was the most preposterous thing I'd ever heard. It was appalling. If I absorbed his life force, there was no telling how long it'd be until his next book came out.

Ever since Dimitri came back...no, scratch that. Ever since you became obsessed with changing him, you've been torn over me. No matter what's happened between us, you've never really given yourself over to our relationship. I wanted to believe what you told me. I thought you were ready...but you weren't.

Guys do ridiculous things for love." Adrian reached into his pocket and held up a pack of cigarettes. "Do you know how badly I want one of these right now? Yet I suffer, Rose. All for you.

What hope is there?" I asked. "If even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?" "There isn't," he said. "We're on our own. And we have to make the choices we think are best for our own survival.

Mark glanced at his watch and sighed. "Look, I have to go, but I'm serious, Rose. Stay here. Stay out of trouble. Fight Strigoi if they come to you, but don't go seeking them blindly. And definitely leave the ghosts alone. " It was a lot of advice to get in a grocery store, a lot of advice I wasn't sure I could follow.

Adrian. He was the reason I was able to survive in this prison. And he was also the reason I was here in the first place.

She didn?t know if she could carry on by herself, but then, she realized that if this wasn?t a dream—and dear God, did it feel real—there was no magic ?stop? in real life. If she couldn?t deal with loneliness in a dream, she never would be able to while waking.

Men without ambition are boring) And that attitude, mistress, is why the females of your kind continue to struggle for equality. And why they continue to fail.

Fucking angels -Georgina Kincaid in each book

That's not fair," I said. "Georgina," he said simply. "We're in Hell.

You and I have never liked each other, Rose. If I've got to kill someone, it might as well be you.

Roza." his voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent...it was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson: Don't hesitate." I just barely saw his fist striking out toward my head...and then I saw nothing at all.

My muse is an ungrateful harlot who's abandoned me to actually come up with my own plots.

I was so tired of being told reasonable, practical things whenever something went wrong with my life.

That easy, confident grin returned. "Don't worry, it's easily forgotten." "Well," I said huffily, "it shouldn't be that easily forgotten." "Would you like it better if I say I'll eventually forget it but not without a great deal of struggle and torment?" "Yes." "Done.

My life was split by two worlds, but he kept me whole.

The rage that had expolded inside me diffused. I didn't know where it had come from. I had a short temper and often acted impulsively,but this had been intense and ugly even for me. Weird.

Hope had gone so white, it was a wonder someone didn't accuse her of being a Strigoi.

I'd never felt so helpless - so hopeless - in my life as I did there. To be completely under someone's power, with no one to turn to for help, to make someone feel like they're at fault for you hurting them . . . I realized that was exactly what I'd done to Carly. That hangs over me every day.

None of you appreciate me. Why is it so hard to believe that I could make a real contribution in these dark times?

So, what's this mean exactly?" he asked."You finally come around, and now you're going to just end things because of her?" "Kissing you isn't exactly 'coming around.'" He gave me a long, level look. "There was a lot more than kissing, Miss 'I'm a Quick Study.

You destroy my life then feed me inspirational philosophy.

He was hiding from his problems in a bottle, something that went against every piece of my nature. Me? I couldn?t let my problems win without a fight.