Quotes About Struggle

it is hard to throw off long-established love: Hard, but this you must manage somehow…

Yang bikin kelpek-klepek adalah lagak pujangga-teraniaya itu, omong kosong luka-batin, gaya genius-yang-tersiksa itu. …

You could find beauty nearly anywhere if you stopped to look for it, but the battle to get through the days made it easy to forget that this totally cost-free luxury existed. He

and in spite of everything he was going through, she too was tired, she too had personal worries, and would have appreciated just a little effort.

The difficulty of merging two lives, of waiting for the soulmate who never arrived, of craving both freedom and love.

The man was half-insane . . . I saw then what living with something like this could do to you. The obsession had taken over his entire life.

It's an illness," she said, although she made the words sound like "it's uh nillness." Nillness, thought Strike, for a second distracted. He had slept badly. Nillness, that was where Lula Landry had gone, and where all of them, he and Rochelle included, were headed. Sometimes illness turned slowly to nillness, as was happening to Bristow's mother…sometimes nillness rose to meet you out of nowhere, like a concrete road slamming your skull apart.

Let's try again.' But they had already tried, again and again and again, and always, when the first crashing wave of mutual longing subsided, the ugly wreck of the past lay revealed again, its shadow lying darkly over everything they tried to rebuild.

Los recuerdos se erguían para morderlo, como si hubiera pisado un nido de serpientes dormidas.

You can bloody hate someone and still wish they gave a shit about you and hate yourself for wishing it

He loved his aunt, who'd raised him for significant chunks of his childhood, but extended periods in her company made him feel stifled and suffocated. Her insistence on the smooth passing of counterfeit social coin from hand to hand, while uncomfortable truths were ignored and denied, wore him out.

stopped to look for it, but the battle to get through the days made it easy to forget that this totally cost-free luxury existed.

Seven and a half million hearts were beating in close proximity in this heaving old city, and many, after all, would be aching far worse than his

Sixteen unseeing stone of disheveled male slammed into her; Robin was knocked off her feet and catapulted backwards, handbag flying, arms windmilling, towards the void beyond the lethal staircase.

it is hard to throw off long-established love: hard, but this you must managed somehow

I am so well acquainted with despair, I know not how to hope… Thomas Dekker and Thomas Middleton, The Honest Whore

She raised a hand to her face purely for the purpose of hiding it. She felt suddenly and perilously close to tears.

Even that day, with his handprint across her face, she didn't want to tell me, because there was a bit of her that didn't want to hurt him. I saw it all the bloody time with my domestic abuse survivors. Women still protecting them. Still worrying about them! Love dies hard in some women.

You lost a good friend and a wife within—what—months of each other?" "A few months, yes." "You were writing all through that time?" "Yes," said Fancourt, with an angry, condescending laugh, "I was writing all through that time. It's my profession. Would anyone ask you whether you were still in the army while you were having private difficulties?

Strike hated the memory of these fantasies more than he hated remembering the pain caused by their eternal unfulfillment . . .

Is demum miser est, cuius nobilitas miserias nobilitat. Unhappy is he whose fame makes his misfortunes famous.

The thing he'd been trying for years not to look at, and not to name, had stepped out of the dark corner where he'd attempted to keep it, and Strike knew there was no longer any way of denying its existence.

The mighty are brought low by many a thing Too small to name… Helen Murphy Hunt Danger

He knew some of the signs of post-traumatic stress disorder and she had now survived two near-fatal attacks. In the immediate aftermath of losing half his leg in Afghanistan, he, too, had experienced dissociation, finding himself suddenly and abruptly removed from his present surroundings to those few seconds of acute foreboding and terror that had preceded the disintegration of the Viking in which he had been sitting, and of his body and military career.