Quotes About Struggle

What good is your reality, when justice fails and dishonesty is glossed over and the ones who keep faith suffer .... What good is your reality then?

She now knew that the death she feared might not be a physical one, that it could be death of the will, the soul, the mind, the laws, and thus not death, but a perpetual dying.

At least being nuts is being somewhere.

The sick are all so afraid of their own uncontrollable power! Somehow they cannot believe that they are only people, holding only a human-sized anger!

I never promised you a rose garden. I never promised you perfect justice [...] and I never promised you peace or happiness. My help is so that you can be free to fight for all of those things. The only reality I offer is challenge, and being well is being free to accept it or not at whatever level you are capable. I never promise lies, and the rose garden world of perfection is a lie... and a bore, too!

You know... the thing that is so wrong about being mentally ill is the terrible price you have to pay for survival.

A nut is someone whose noose broke.

Incluso en estos tiempos de aprender a vivir sin esperarte, todos los días tengo recaídas y aunque quiera olvidar no se me olvida que no puedo olvidarte.

El agua apaga el fuego y al ardor los años, amor se llama el juego en el que un par de ciegos juegan a hacerse daño. y cada vez peor y cada vez mas rotos y cada vez mas tu y cada vez mas yo sin rastro de nosotros.

En la posada del fracaso, donde no hay consuelo ni ascensor, el desamparo y la humedad comparten colchón y cuando, por la calle, pasa la vida, como un huracán, el hombre del traje gris saca un sucio calendario del bolsillo y grita ¿Quién me ha robado el mes de abril?

Lifeis an enormous lottery: the prizes are few, the failures innumerable. Out of the sighs of one generation are kneaded the hopes of the next. That's life.

They only tackle you when you've got the ball.

It's the injustice that I hate, more than anything," he'd said to Smee one night, his eyes red and glassy, slurring his words, his head lolling as he tried to focus. He'd vomited, and then promptly passed out on a bush. "I hate the world that does not work out fair.

I'm not myself.' '...You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.

She hated his need to always win and he hated her coldness during their arguments.

Things hurt, and don't hurt, and hurt again.

May fell onto her back, watching the zipping stars, which tonight were covered lightly in clouds, and feeling the darkest despair.

She hated his need to always win and he hated her coldness during their arguments. They fought about the exact color of the sky and which path they should take on a hunt. They disagreed passionately about whose fish was the best tasting. They could work up extreme hatred for each other at a moment's notice.

Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be.

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

You don't need water to feel like you're drowning, do you?

There's always going to be bad stuff out there. But here's the amazing thing -- light trumps darkness, every time. You stick a candle into the dark, but you can't stick the dark into the light.

Sometimes to get what you want the most, you have to do what you want the least.

How many times must hope die before tears were too deep to bear?