Quotes About Struggle

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about his terrible attempt at making a sandwich) It's more difficult than it looks. (Artemis Fowl)

Really, I'm trying to care, Artemis, really. But I thought it was all supposed to be over when the fat lady sings. Well, she's singing, but it doesn't appear to be over

Remember the pain?' thought Artemis. I hate myself. I really do.

That will be her undoing, gasped Artemis, already suffering under the weight of the flak jacket. Artemis Fowl will never be secondary . I thought you were Artemis Fowl the Second? said Holly.

Perhaps we can win, he thought. But there will be no happy ending

You know as well as I do that fortune never sends the best-case scenario our way You have way too much bad karma.

Sometimes being a genius was a burden.

Whatever their circumstances, people still had to eat, live, and love.

Artemis and Holly stood there in their underwear, gingerly locking fingers. They had crossed space and time together, weathered rebellions, and tangled with demented despots. Coughed blood, lost digits, inhaled dwarf fumes, and swapped eyeballs, yet they found holding hands awkward. No1 knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist a parting crack. "I now pronounce you . . .

There are a lot of hopes riding on you. But there is a lot of prejudice against you too.

Sie haben diesen Mistkerl genau da erwischt, wo es wehtut: bei seinem Ehrgeiz.

That's the problem with being a semi-reformed criminal: you are never free from guilt. Exposure is always just a phone call away.

Butler struggled from a tiny fairy chair. "Right, enough talk. I think it's time Mister Vassikin was introduced to my friend, Mister Fist.

Today he became a killer, or else a corpse.

Some instruments seemed like they were held together with duct tape and prayers. Everything looked out of date.

Scars branded the prisoner's face like lightning bolts

Two hundred goblins versus our virtually unarmed three heroes. It was going to be close.

Guide Note: For the past three decades of real time, the human Arthur Dent had made his life infinitely more miserable than it needed to be by displaying a spectacular ability to say the right thing but at the wrong time.

He was gonna die here alone. He would never be great. Artemis felt his brain going spiraling off into a black tunnel. Concentrate, he told himself. Focus.

He was gonna die here alone. He would never be great. Artemis felt his brain going, spiraling off in a black tunnel. 'Concentrate,' he told himself. 'Focus.

The barman sniggered. 'Win? Nobody wins in here, junior.

Here we are, said Berthold, mopping his forehead with a Kleenex. A section of the paper remained trapped in the worry lines of his forehead, and fluttered there like a windsock in the air-conditioner blast.

the ultimate despair.