Quotes About Struggle

Haven't you been hurt?" Miss Lillian asked. Theta thought of Roy's fists. Mrs. Bowers's cold cruelty. Even the first wound of abandonment. "Yes." "And here you still are. No. The question is this: Haven't you been hurt enough?

The Diviners must stand, or all shall fall.

Holy f---! she managed before going under again, as if the water sensed that young ladies of such beauty and promise should never curse.

My family traditions are alcoholism and dysfunction," Jennifer said. "Oh, and anything you can make from government cheese.

Feels like we've been in training for the wrong pageant," Nicole said with a sigh.

Before the devil breaks you, first he will make you love him.

Sometimes, sickness came on like the flood itself, with no way to hold it back. But other times, sickness came about because of the carelessness and unfairness of the world.

We're all damaged, somehow.

There was rarely a moment when she wasn't having to work around the limitations of her body. Discomfort was a daily fact of life. Sometimes the ache was a nuisance. Other times, it was a storm that clawed and pulled and made it hard to concentrate on anything else. Mostly, Ling resented pain because it kept her from thinking, and thinking was what Ling did best.

Today is a hard day. Sometimes, there are hard days. Days stretched so tight with pain that they seem as if they can allow no room for hope.

She wears her grief like a coat of feathers too heavy for flight.

Luce su dolor como un abrigo de plumas demasiado pesadas para volar.

My aunt says you should only pray to Jesus. Blind Bill grunted and spat. You think the white folks' god is gonna help you? You think he's on our side? I don't think anybody's god is on our side.

Sí, era demasiado. Por dentro se sentía como si fuera demasiado continuamente.

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; / Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, / The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere / The ceremony of innocence is drowned; / The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity,'" Memphis quoted. "W. B. Yeats. 'The Second Coming.

Memphis stared into the fire. "Why are we trying to save this country? What's it ever done for us?" In his mind, he could still see those words on that hateful sign. "Maybe we should just let it burn. Maybe we should let the King of Crows have it all." Bill let the question sit for a long time. "It's the only country we got, I reckon." "That's a bullshit answer," Memphis grumbled. "Only answer I got, too.

For half a second, I consider staying. Maybe I could find that bliss state again. Maybe I could stay here, follow all the rules, be safe always. But as soon as the thought enters my mind, another one swims in and eats the first one like a shark. Fuck that , it burps.

The isolation swelled and became overpowering. Anna pulled

the canvas had disfigured it. Koko squirmed and squealed and made himself

I sweat. If anything comes easy to me I mistrust it.

The human heart dares not stay away from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.

They are trying to hold on to a world that no longer exists. They are blind and terrified because they feel it slipping away from them. They are gripping thin air but they keep trying desperately to hold on to it - hoping the air will turn into something familiar and solid.

So we learned the dance that cripples the human spirit, step by step by step, we who were white and we who were colored, day by day, hour by hour, year by year until the movements were reflexes and made for the rest of our life without thinking.

Nothing you write, if you hope to be good, will ever come out as you first hoped.