Quotes About Struggle

The truth is, what I learned this year is that life is hard...Good people die for no reason. Little kids get sick. The people that are supposed to love you end up leaving.

They say - "they" being the great philosophers, or possibly the cast of Seinfeld - that breaking up is like pushing over a Coke machine. You can't just do it, you have to set the thing in motion, rock it back and forth a few times.

the pain wouldn't be a live thing inside, tearing me asunder. My eyes felt hot and dry, but there were no tears. I was beyond tears. I turned

I have a huge respect for writers and realise that this is not an area that I find easy. I doubt that I would have the patience in front of a blank sheet of paper to become a writer.

on living and working in Los Angeles] Los Angeles is like a desert. The only thing that exists is the work you do. You have that sense of living a precarious existence.

It was horribly difficult, she reflected, to have finally found the place you thought of as home, only to realize you were going to have to move on again.

Life was short and loss was long and if anyone could find a bit of happiness – a tiny bit – they had to cling onto it like a lifebelt thrown to a drowning man

How lovely to work at something you loved and knew you were great at, even if it was for a pittance and you occasionally got punched.

Those were the 4:00 a.m. thoughts, when she felt so worthless and inadequate that it was almost funny. Not funny, but almost.

People who were normally very organized and in control could fight extremely hard to preserve that control, including reducing their world to a tiny space which could not harm them.

But sometimes she felt the world wasn't built for people like her

Here, though, in front of my eyes was a churn; an unhappy maelstrom of three elements - air, earth and water - all at war with one another, wrestling for territory, demanding and striking one another. You could not see where the ground began, or see if the rain was coming from up, down, left or right. There were no glimpses of the moon or stars through the fast-moving clouds. Only the regular forks of lightning zapping through showed any direction in the madness.

It would be lovely, wouldn't it, whenever you're going through something difficult, if someone could just tap you on the shoulder and say, "Don't worry, it's completely worth it. It seems like absolutely horrible crap now, but I promise it will all come good in the end," and you could say, "Thank you, Fairy Godmother.

Aquele negócio de autorrealização era difícil de mais, pensou ela. Nina mal estava conseguindo ler uma única palavra, e isso foi a gota d'água. Lennox até podia ter arruinado a vida sexual dela, sua paz de espírito, suas esperanças de ser feliz algum dia, seu ganha-pão. Mas NINGUÉM iria arruinar sua leitura.

In my country I was an engineer, and taught at the university. I had a big house, many nice things. Then they decide they no longer like universities. Here I cook greasy sausage for 15 hours a day. Lots of people have hard things in their lives.

The men made war, he thought, not for the first time. The women suffered, and fought for the peace.

Comment aurais-tu pu apprécier à quel point la vie peut être belle, si elle n'avait jamais été pourrie?

Al die jaren hebben je gebracht waar je nu bent, hield ze zichzelf voor. Die jaren waren onontbeerlijk geweest. Als je gelukkig was geboren, hoe wist je dan wat het betekende om gelukkig te zijn? Hoe kon je je fijne leventje waarderen als je nooit in de shit had gezeten?

Don't worry, it's completely worth it. It seems like absolutely horrible crap now, but I promise it will all come good in the end

But all those years . . . all those years, she told herself, got you where you are now. All those years were necessary. If you were just happy from the day you were born, how would you ever know? How would you appreciate how good life could be if it had never been crap?

Each member of the family shipwrecked on their own island of grief.

We are two survivors clinging to a life raft.

Have the people living here under untroubled circumstances and at so great a distance from the wars of others been afflicted with a poverty of experience, a sort of emotional anemia? Must living in peace - so fervently wished for throughout human history and yet enjoyed in only a few parts of the world - inevitably result in refusing to share it with those seeking refuge, defending it instead so aggressively that it almost looks like war?

Everything had kept getting less, they'd had to leave behind more and more baggage, or else it was taken from them, as though they were now too weak to carry all those things that are part of life, as though someone were trying to force them into old age by relieving them of all this.