Quotes About Struggle

Who has the time to become politically active, or even politically aware, when one is struggling just to stay alive and feed one's children?

Instead, they'd smile and speak softly, as though I were going to be all right, as though I weren't wearing one navy and one black loafer. As though I weren't driving down the street with my purse on the roof of the car or leaving the oven on preheat all night.

How could I have managed to lose my husband, my job, my house, and my ass all in one year?

time. I think I know how the mother of a teenage daughter must feel. Like an indispensable annoyance.

how it's possible to be both lonely and terrified of social encounters at the same time.

You constantly try to be optimistic when someone's sick, to look on the bright side, even if the bright side is only their ability to swallow a spoonful of applesauce or walk to the bathroom.

Resistance by its very nature demands that we choose choices not offered to us.

Our ingress into the world was naked and bare; our progress through the world is trouble and care; our egress from the world will be nobody knows where; but if we do well here we shall do well there.

I hate Breeds," she muttered. "Do you know that? You and your sharp, damned noses. Just because I want to doesn't mean I should. Hell, I want cheesecake but I know better. It goes right to my hips. Does that mean I have to eat it anyway?" He stared back at her in disbelief. "You're comparing me to cheesecake?" Offended male fury and outrage glittered in his eyes. She huffed, "Well, the same principle applies.

Her head throbbed as though gremlins were ripping holes in her brain

Aw, come on, it's just hot as hell there and my AC doesn't even make a dent. Let's try for something cooler. ~ Loki ~

The letter came at a time in his life when the battle inside his soul could have tipped either way.

Hell, he'd (Nathan/Noah) been around Tehya and his uncle enough to know that Jordan was determined to fight whatever he was feeling for Tehya. He'd been feeling it for six damned years now or more, and still, Jordan didn't dare mention the L word. If he acknowledged it, then he might have to admit it actually existed.

Hell. I saw Cassie running for that car and you know what ran through my mind, Merrie?" he asked her painfully. Merinus sighed deeply. "That you had failed." She surprised him with that answer. "You couldn't protect your own, and now you hadn't protected Cassie either." "Yeah," he breathed out roughly. "But how did you know?" "Because it's the same thing Sherra told me before she locked herself in her room

God, she loved him. If she could give him his every desire then she would do it in a second, but some things she knew she couldn't do. Dawg and Natches she couldn't do. And she had no idea how to tell him.

Worse is having my soul ripped from my body, he told her. We, who are told we have no soul. I found mine nearly seven years ago when a kid walked into the roughest, dirtiest, meanest bar I know of, to save her friends. If I lose her, I lose who and what I am.

Should I just ask you all to screw me, Rowdy? Why don't I just bare it now and let you take turns with me. Hell yeah, make it damned easy on you, wouldn't it? That way, you don't have to feel like shit later because you let another man take what was yours?

Yet, it was different than it had been with Rowdy alone. She struggled to push aside the vague unease she felt. The lack of emotional warmth, of sharing that had come from being in bed upstairs, just her and Rowdy.

Damn, he didn't need this conversation with his father. "Let it go, Dad." "Doesn't set well, does it, Son?" Ray moved closer to the bar, lifting one of the clean tumblers and pouring his own drink. "It starts eating at your gut first thing, tearing at you, making you wonder where your mind was." Rowdy narrowed his eyes on his father, hearing the knowledge in his voice, the assurance that only came from experience.

Lawe's expression was torn, tormented. You're right, Jonas. It's the wrong time for this battle between me and my mate. She keeps telling me that, and I keep refusing to understand. Until now, he stated heavily. She's doing nothing I wouldn't do in her place. Hell, I would have shot me long before now if I were my mate, for standing in my way.

If there be some harder, better way to salvation than to follow that which we believe to be good, then are we all damned.

Understand this, a hospital is a gateway between the living and the dead. We've all had things happen to us here.

She longed to throw something at him. A chair. Herself.

Liquore just don't mix with love.