Quotes About Struggle

When One Person Can't Get What He Or She Wants, That Passion Can Turn Into Brutal Frustration And Anger ~ Jay McKnight

I loved her more than she loved me, that was the problem. A basic imbalance. Relationships like that never last, however hard you try. And now she's pregnant and in love with a man who'll never love her the way she loves him. It's a series of vicious circles, and the only way to stop it is to find someone who loves you the same. No power struggle. No insecurities. Just friendship. Because you can never be friends with someone if you love them too much.

If people really grew up, there would be no crime, no divorce, no Civil War reenactors....it's not like you think it will be, that one day you'll wake up and realize that you've got things figured out. You never figure it out. Ever. - Isabel Spellman attempting to explain growing up to her sister Rae

Everything she needed, too, she couldn't deny.

pride to get out of this pickle. 

Losing control and you taking it from me are two different things, Sara. You won't ever take it from me.

You told me I was making you crazy last night, he reminds me, drawing me out of my thoughts, back to a present I'm uncertain of. You are, Chris. Well, you are making me crazy, too. Is this supposed to be making me feel better?

You know, sweetheart, I know I'm fucked up. But if you think the guy trying to protect you instead of walk all over you is the one trying to run your life, you're just as fucked up as I am.

It's our scars that define us, Sara. Diego has to live life to appreciate life." "Yes." A knot forms in my stomach at the idea that I still don't know how deeply Chris's scars define him.

Alice was back, the landlord was evicting her, and she was out of dog food. She hadn't felt so totally at a loss since the day her mother had passed. And her employees were staring at her, momentarily speechless.

She had lived long enough to learn that families didn't dissolve or reconfigure neatly, but left debris lying everywhere, and it was human debris. And sometimes, like tonight, she felt as if she were tripping over the bodies.

she wondered if justice was possible in a world full of profoundly evil and damaged human beings, in a veritable universe of damage.

She was too exhausted to live.

His study of war had only reinforced its futility.

Any victory won that way would be Pyrrhic.

He couldn't swim.

Kids with anxiety issues were in psychic pain, and nobody knew that better than he did. Anybody could be pushed over the edge, given the right circumstances.

Normal was the simple wish of everyone with a mental illness. Normal was what everyone else, the worried well, took for granted.

little fucker!" Star shouted at him. "No! Don't kill me! Please, God!" The dude's hands flew up to where his head got hit and he crumpled in half like a paper doll, falling to his knees on a pile of rotted wood and greasy drywall. The corner was filled with garbage spilling

They should simply hand him a book. Watch him struggle, like I do.

squinting against the headlights.

I am old enough to know only too well my good and bad qualities, which were often one and the same. For my entire life I longed for love. I knew it was not right for me - as a girl and later as a woman - to want or expect it, but I did, and this unjustified desire has been at the root of every problem I have experienced in my life.

All these types of love come out of duty, respect, and gratitude. Most of them, as the women in my county know, are sources of sadness, rupture, and brutality.

A weak man always seeks to hurt those lower than he