Quotes About Struggle

Injustice was not built of stone and mortar, or of metal. It was built of greed, inhumanity, and man's thirst for power.

She didn't have much choice. There wasn't anyone to comfort her, and so she'd never learned how to be comforted. She was trying.

Life's a bitch, kid. And then you die.

It could be so cruel, hope. But for twenty years it was all she'd had to hold on to, the only thing to push back the darkness that lingered on the periphery, searching for every opportunity to enshroud her.

Tom Molia stood at the bottom, four feet deep, bare chested, coughing spasmodically into his shirt, which he pressed tightly over his nose and mouth.

Her muscles cramped and eventually seized. When

He told me he felt guilty to have lived, to have made it home when so many did not.

It's just such a lost feeling to not know who I am, or how I fit in this world. I had no choice but to forge ahead . . . stiff upper lip and all. But from where I was forging . . . I didn't have a center post to ground me.

He didn't kill himself. The grief did that." "I

The loss of hope is nearly as dangerous as the drug itself. Addicts have a lot of self-hatred. They believe they're worthless.

When you're one of ten, you learn quickly you're not entitled to anything but the necessities, hand-me-downs, and cars with 157,000 miles on them and the possibility of exploding gas tanks.

I figured if God wasn't going to listen in Vietnam, when I needed him most, I wasn't gonna keep asking.

I've been to hell, and I didn't see any sign of God. After a while you stop looking. You figure it out on your own.

Baptist church, a blur of oscillating white sheets of paper. The persistent

I guess that's why they run the races," he said, "to see which horse actually wins.

My coach told me, in a not so ringing endorsement, "How can I cut a kid who tries so hard with so little success?" I didn't care.

choke, and pulled the rip cord. The engine cranked, sputtered, and died. He made sure the gear was in neutral and the

Fine, but what about your wife? she'd asked. Is she going to have a fucking problem? I hope not, Kins had said. With three kids under the age of eight, that's about the last fun thing we do together. She

Fine, but what about your wife? she'd asked. Is she going to have a fucking problem? I hope not, Kins had said. With three kids under the age of eight, that's about the last fun thing we do together.

In their bitter words and their even more bitter tears, I would sense both a deep love for the Church and a practically bottomless disillusionment with it.

There is grace for everything: grace to come and grace to go, grace to speak and grace to keep silent, grace to mourn and grace to dance, grace to weep and grace to laugh, grace to pack and grace to unpack, grace to be sick and grace to heal, grace to plant and grace to harvest, grace to tear down and grace to build up, grace to love and grace to hate, grace to live and grace to die. From beginning to end, life becomes a rhapsody of grace. Even the desire for grace comes by grace.

Victory is never won by the multitudes.

In the old free days all I wanted was a sharp sword and a straight path to my enemies. Now no paths are straight and my sword is useless.

Someday, when all your civilization and science are likewise swept away, your kind will pray for a man with a sword.