Quotes About Struggle

As others grown more intelligent under stress, I grow heavy, as if I were an animal on a chain.

Hammett used to be irritated by that and would answer that nobody ever deliberately wrote a potboiler, you just did the best you could and woke up to find it good or no good.

He was as fucked up as a man could be and still be walking around.

That I feel the need to defend myself shames me. I did what I had to do that day to save my life. But ingrained beliefs are difficult to exorcise no matter how valiant the attempt. I've always considered myself an enlightened woman. But I was raised Amish and some of those old values will always be a part of me.

As much as I want to make things right, some chasms are simply too treacherous to traverse.

Why, in fact, is the word pain rarely used when describing depression? The dictionary uses synonyms such as melancholy, despondency, and sadness.

I did not want to be recognized as "Anne Sexton's daughter," and I was running from that label as hard as I could.

She had told Dr. Orne that Plath "took something that was mine—that death was mine!

Every month I watched my father scrape to pay his bills, sending Mother a monthly child-support check from which neither Joy nor I ever saw a dime.

I discovered a new emotion, bubbling up from underneath my fear: anger. I was getting very tired of it all. Very tired.

My mother spent all of her life seeking the metaphorical home she called "Mercy Street.

Sometimes there is a wellspring or river of something beautiful and possible in the tenderest sense that comes to and from the most broken of children, and I was one of these, and whatever is was, I can't name, I can only thank. Perhaps it is the water of life that saves us, after all.

Humans colonizing and conquering others have a propensity for this, for burning behind them what they cannot possess or control, as if their conflicts are not with themselves and their own way of being, but with the land itself.

You see? he asked, his voice softening to a velvety punas he felt her tremble. His warm breath stirred her hair. All I have to do is touch you. It's the same for me, Faith. I don't like this worth a damn, but by God, I want you, and we're going to do something about it.

He had destroyed her, so why couldn't she destroy him in return?

hurting was better than dying.

She whimpered softly into his mouth. We can't, she cried, desperation and desire tearing her apart. The hell we can't, he rasped, taking her hand and moving it down his body to where his flesh strained at the fabric of his pants. Her fingers jerked at the contact: then a spasm of pain crossed her pale face, and her hand lingered involuntarily, exploring the dimensions of his arousal. He caught his breath. Jay, baby, don't' stop me now!

Sudden, hell. I've been hard for two months.

Let's just say that, where Faith is concerned, I'm caught between a rock and a hard place. The rock is my family, and the hard place—" he looked around with a sort of angry amusement in his eyes "—is in my pants.

Her eyes were raw, burning with the hell inside her.

Lady, what you do to me is almost criminal," he groaned in a shaky voice. An odd tightening in her breasts made her close her eyes. "I've got to go," she said weakly, but for the life of her she couldn't make herself move. "No, don't go," he pleaded. "Let me touch you… my God, I've got to touch you!

He was gone, but she wasn't free of him.

He's thought he was willing to do anything in order to get what he wanted, what was right for his kind. He'd been certain any sacrifice was possible. He'd been wrong.

Pure hell was living in her eyes.