Quotes About Struggle

You will see me, like a mountain animal, bitter little animal

Az alámerülés az éj rohadt rubinjába a szabadság és a rossz logika versengésévé változott.

then he met Herakles and the kingdoms of his life all shifted down a few notches

Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.

He had already prepared himself for martyrdom, and the last thing he desired was to be offered an alternative

What are you afraid of? The more I struggled and resisted, the stronger the ghost echoes grew and the more a possibility took shape in my mind just as the patio took shape beneath my hands. The saints were ordinary people. You do paint saints. Wherever I went these words of Father Gervase's stayed with me, a ghost staking out territory in my head as certainly as I had staked out the space for the bricks I now

I've worked very hard, you know," she confided to him, "and I've planted some kind of-I've been lucky enough, I guess, to plant a star-and then people wanted to either get in the act or else they wanted to rob me emotionally or financially, whatever. And then walk away and it's always lonely

Belief needs something terrible to make it work, I find-- blood, nails, a bit of anguish.

After three more years, she was released from the asylum, rattling with pills – a much reduced, soon to be terminally ill woman who was invisible, on the street, to those who passed her by.

And, by the way, we all consider sleeping with the bad man – we want to fix his hurt, or we want him to hurt us – one way or another, we are all attracted to the shadow.

Rosaleen was a nuisance. Her children thought she was a nuisance because it was true. She was. A Nuisance. Rosalene was a nightmare. She was very difficult. She was incrasingly difficult. She made her children cry.

There was something out of kilter with his mother's happiness, as though a light had been switched on by a passing stranger, and left to illuminate an empty room.

And finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if there weren't any other people living in the world.

In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquility will return again.

many, despite the boom in oil and raw material prices, are finally dying.

She says everyone around her drank or took drugs. She fell into the same pattern and gradually succumbed to despair.

the staff, which once welcomed foreign funders and reporters with open arms, is now no longer willing to meet.

issue hit home—when their own children started using intravenous drugs and got infected.

They wrestle with why it has turned out so badly, unsure whom to blame.

says addicts are rendered comatose for the first two weeks, pumped full of sedatives to keep them quiet while they undergo detox,

But God loved Hagar. He loves those who just can't take it anymore and who run away. In fact, the Bible is filled with stories of His love for those like Hagar.

Did your big break turn into a big bust? Sometimes a great escape from a wounded past can turn into something worse as we discover the wounds were not just from without, but they were within. So regardless of where we go, what we do, who we are with, we carry those wounds with us.

God's people don't always act like God's people should.

God is in the darkness and God is in the wilderness. I now know that by personal experience.