Quotes About Struggles

We are our injuries, as much as we are our successes.

I think most of humankind would agree, the hard part of high school is the people.

A ten-year-old getting high on pills. Foolish children. This is what we're meant to say: Look at their choices, leading to a life of ruin. But lives are getting lived right now, this hour, down in the dirty cracks between the toothbrushed nighty-nights and the full grocery carts, where those words don't pertain.

That's high school for you, a bevy of people unfit for adult life encounters in any form.

If anybody else had ever wanted me happy, they could have fooled me. Possibly Mom, as long as it didn't cross tracks with her own maneuvers. That's all people really want, for you to fit into their maneuvers.

Sometimes the darkest challenges, the most difficult lessons, hold the greates gems of light.

Samuel Johnson observó: «La fuente de la alegría debe brotar en la mente, y quien conozca tan poco la naturaleza humana como para buscar la felicidad en cualquier cosa que no sea su propia disposición, malgastará su vida en esfuerzos infructuosos y multiplicará las aflicciones que se propone suprimir».

It boots nothing to avoid his snares, for they are ever beset with other snares

We all experience power struggles in our lives - at the workplace, with our friends, in our love lives. In a way, we're all politicians.

A lot of women don't know how to love because there's deep reasons for them not knowing how to love. And what I mean by deep reasons is deep and dark reasons.

Jealousy. Depression. Love. They pretty much demonstrate the whole range of human emotion.

Life is a stream of happy and unhappy experiences, because that leads to Soul's purification. How do you get by in the dark times? Try to give love to someone, especially then.

It is one thing to be sick of your own infirmities and another to understand that the people you love most are sick of them also. You are very near then to being friendless in the world.

Love, one time, layeth burdens; another time, giveth wings.

I carry a small sheet of paper in my wallet that has written on it the names of people whose opinions of me matter. To be on that list, you have to love me for my strengths and struggles.

El genio tenía sus desventajas: la melancolía, el spleen, la saudade, la acedia, la búskomorság que solía azotarla después de la euforia

The struggles waged by nations are weak only when they lack support in the hearts of their women.

Literature wasn't intended to be about perfect people, it was about flaws, very real and very deep human flaws.

The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.

It is a great priviledge to hear from the mouth of an initiate what struggles we are ensnared in and what the meaning is of the sacrifices we are required to make before veiled images. Even if we should hear something evil, it would still be a blessing to see our task as something beyond a senseless cycle of recurrence.

The person of faith is not a person who has been born, luckily, with a good digestion and sunny disposition. The assumption by outsiders that Christians are naive or protected is the opposite of the truth: Christians know more about the deep struggles of life than others, more about the ugliness of sin.

Life in this world is often difficult, but living with God's constant presence and an eternal hope allows us to experience joy no matter what we may face. God's presence in our lives is always a reason for joy.

To be human is nothing less than to be caught in the great congested pilgrimage of existence and to join ourselves freely to it in the face of the evidence of its never-ending troubles.

Whether true or errant, our loves make us what we are; so if we are what we desire, history is the convoluted record of our loves in all their magnificent and ignoble forms.