Quotes About Struggle

My voice was high and desperate, and I was crying, and I hated that I was crying, but I couldn't help it. I had to keep talking, because this was it. Last chance.

Shit!" he yells. "I hate that I can't protect you from this.

I'm clenching my fists so tight my fingernails leave red crescent moons on my skin. I feel a surge, a heat roar up inside me. As bad as I'm hurting now, he'll hurt ten times worse. That's the only thing that keeps me going.

In some ways, he was the same Jeremiah, but in other ways, I could see how this had changed him. Had aged him. Everything took more effort, his jokes, his smiles. Nothing was easy anymore.

That night, I didn't sleep at all. I stayed up, thinking about what to do. What was the right thing to do? Because I knew I loved you. But I knew I shouldn't. I didn't have the right to love anybody then.

A fight is like a fire. You think you have it under control, you think you can stop it whenever you want, but before you know it, it's a living, breathing thing and there's no controlling it and you were a fool to think you could.

winning was always important, and doubly so because I was a girl and was never expected to win anything.

How hard it must be to be the youngest sometimes, to be the one left behind.

Cinderbelly.

A fight is like fire. You think you have it under control, you think you can stop it whenever you want, but before you know it, it's a living, breathing thing and there's no controlling it and you were a fool to think you could." -Belly

I want to be that person for him, I want to be the one who keeps him going during this difficult time. I want to be his lighthouse keeper ... but it's hard. Harder than I thought.

It's fine," I say in a voice that is the exact opposite of fine.

Why am I the one making all these concessions, pretending to be okay with something I'm not actually okay with?

something I've never managed to quite get the hang of.

Wow," I said, and I tried to communicate happiness in that word, but I don't know if it came out that way. All I was feeling was despair. And envy. Envy so thick and so black I felt like I was choking on it.

What's the fun in anything if there aren't a few roadblocks to spice things up?

Relationships are hard work. You'll see. After you've been in it with Kavinsky longer, you'll see what I'm talking about." "Oh my God, you're such a know-it-all. The biggest know-it-all I ever met, besides my sister." "Which one?" I can feel a giggle bubbling up inside of me, which I push down. "Both. They're both know-it-alls.

Then she'll drink. Sometimes it's like there's this well of sadness inside her, and she has to drink to fill it up. And then sometimes it's like there's a monster inside of her, and drinking's the only thing that will calm it down. And sometimes she drinks just because.

You're both growing and changing and it's hard to grow and change at the same rate.

Why am I the one making all these concessions, pretending to be okay with something I'm not actually okay with? Just to keep him?

Me ponía tan difícil el no quererle. Cuando era tan dulce, rememoraba el porqué. Por qué le había amado, quiero decir. Me acordaba de todo.

I still love you and that's a really huge problem for me and it's also a really huge surprise. I swear I didn't know. All this time. I thought I was over it.

And then I smile at him, and it takes a lot of effort. It takes so much effort. But if I don't smile, I'll cry.

The old pull, the tide drawing me back in. I kept getting caught in this current—first love, I mean. First love kept making me come back to this, to him. He still took my breath away, just being near him. I had been lying to myself the night before, thinking I was free, thinking I had let him go. It didn't matter what he said or did, I'd never let him go.