Quotes About Struggle

I may be a pawn," I said as I locked my shaking knees. "But I've been to the other side and survived the trip back and can move like a queen.

But they're dying. The church, I mean," she added as I met her eyes. "No new members. It's sad, really. The

My impulse to pull away vanished. As I stood there, my shoulders became damp. I searched his expression, too jaded to believe in white knights. Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices. And I just couldn't do it right now. It hurt too much when it fell apart. Don't make me promises, I whispered, and the earnest glow in his eyes tarnished.

I can't do easy anymore. It's too hard on my soul.

Hope died hard, and the lie was easier to bear.

El vivir una mentira podía desgarrarte de una forma brutal y hacerte perder el control en el momento más inesperado.

You're like a five-year-old helping Mommy in the kitchen," Bill muttered, and Michael's mirth vanished. "It would be easier if you were somewhere else, but then I'd have two messes to clean up instead of one." Frustrated

Just what I need. My own personal shoulder devil, wearing black and smelling like the Garden of Eden.

Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices. And I just couldn't do it right now. It hurt too much when it fell apart.

Every person has a right to the small things, you see? The little happinesses. After all, those are the ones that make life most worth living. It's what we're fighting for.

Harsh and savage. Survival. It was never beautiful, except for its pure honesty.

You've been nothing but a pain in the ass," she said as she grabbed her purse, just about the only thing she had since we'd kidnapped her. "No wonder Rachel doesn't like you. I don't like you, and I like everyone.

a gardener in a savage Eden

it was the hunger from seeing someone who has what you want but knowing that if you get it, it will break your heart, your life, and your soul.

Easy," Trent said when I stiffened, and he lifted my chin, reading the strain I'd lived with for the last few hours, the fear. "Why is it harder when those we love are in danger than when it's just us?" he whispered, and I blinked fast. I wasn't going to cry, damn it. I wasn't!

He had tried to smile, but it was broken.

It was as if a part of me had died, accepting that I couldn't be who I wanted, so I had to work at making who I was someone I could live with.

Keb would never forget how Gracie turned to the wall and trembled, how he felt nailed to the chair, thinking: we build a perfect picture of what we want our children to be. And when that picture falls and shatters, what do we do? His sister Dot once told him: we get on our hands and knees and put the pieces back together, and call it parenting.

Long ago travel was full of risk and hard work. The English noun "travel" was born from the word travail, which came (by way of France) from the Latin tripalium, meaning a three-staked instrument of torture. To travel was to struggle against steep odds and have no guarantees of success. It required a lot of planning and expense, and great physical endurance.

Hush your fears, my boy, we will get across safe, though it is not going to be easy. No right way is easy in this rough world. We must risk our lives in order to save them.

problem with which this book concludes are as much

A struggle in the sphere of ideology is the prelude to a political struggle, and naturally develops into a struggle for power.

As the history of revolutionary wars shows, a revolutionary army which is in firm politico-ideological readiness, though armed with inferior weapons, can fight and defeat an enemy equipped with the latest arms.

Whether one has a correct outlook on the revolution or not is revealed particularly at a time of severe trials. People reveal their true nature in adverse circumstances.