Quotes About Struggle

I'm a girl standing in a tornado, pretending like it isn't even windy

Life is a test. It's all a test. Sometimes you have to get through it, and then later everything makes more sense.

He was on the verge on insanity with one foot on a banana peel...

But I needed this, Whit. I needed to pay him back. For stealing my life. For stealing our life together. - Celia

I was never a coward, he says irritably, struggling out of my grasp. I was just sensible.

Never fight fair, that's not how you win. Expect pain, expect to get hurt. And if you're surprised by the pain, you just lost.

Purple is such a twisted, complex color—it conveys the passion of red, the sadness of blue, the depravity of black. Purple is neither happy nor sad. It is pain and despair but longing, too—fiery desire, beaten and bruised but struggling onward, determined to overcome, to move forward rather than retreat.

Father Alfred D'Souza. D'Souza had written: "For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin—real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be got through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.

I knew how good love could be -- I knew it was the best thing I'd ever done in my life -- and yet here I was alone. I was taking chances with my life. I kept telling everybody that I was all right, but I wasn't.

I know you might not believe this, but slogging through a foreign European forest in the dead of night with an ex-Eraser, a talking dog, and two kids who depend on you for their lives—well, not as much fun as you'd think. But

You… are… a… fridge… with… wings," Fang ground out, punching an Eraser hard with every word. "We… are… ballet… dancers.

There're no boys left is what you meant," she continued bitterly, cocking her head. "No Dylan. No Fang. No more cute guys to obsess over you." I pressed my lips together and stared at her. "What?" But Nudge was on a roll. "Poor, poor Max," she said, finding some ancient cans of tuna and an old jar of hearts of palm. Who eats that? "How are you going to survive with no one to fight over your attention?

A flow of heroically suppressed swear words ran through my brain.

Hell is a city much like Los Angeles

But let's face it: Understanding me—I mean, really understanding me and my nutty life—isn't so easy. That's why it's so hard for me to find people I can trust. The truth is, I don't know who I can trust. So mostly I don't trust anybody. Except my mom, Jules. (Most of the time, anyway.)

She sucks in her breath and lets the flames race along the comforter until they lick her and swallow her whole.

why does doing the right thing feel so bad?

Then you're a big loser, you don't get to finish the game, and the rest of the year will be about as much fun as a case of never-ending diarrhea

Adolescents were the most wretched humans of all.

I had questioned God. I had thought that I was so special, I could hold God to account. And why? I had never been promised, ever, that life would be safe and have a happy ending for myself and those I knew and loved, if only I had faith in Him. A

Joy—that's the word. So easy to say, so hard to find in life sometimes.

Waves kept pounding against the door. The water definitely wanted me to let it in.

Dreams suck. You think you've conquered something, you work on it over and over and tell yourself you're getting better, you will yourself to get better, you congratulate yourself on getting better. And then you close your eyes at night, you drift off into another world, and suddenly your own brain is tapping you on the shoulder and saying, Guess what? You're NOT better!

You know. "I only know that I've lost my faith in You." The "voice" resonated in my mind. I haven't lost mine in you.