Quotes About Struggle

IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2019, THIRTY-TWO-YEAR-OLD EVA MERCY NEARLY choked to death on a piece of gum. She'd been attempting to masturbate when the gum lodged in her throat, cutting off her air supply.

Because I barely survived Shane Hall. I barely survived myself. It was a dark time. My home life was traumatic. I was a chaotic, angry kid. Why reminisce?

Every time one of her terribly dysfunctional relationships imploded, she was confused and stunned. And then with fresh hope, she'd fling herself at another jackass.

I cut myself. He didn't do it. And I'd been taking drugs—your drugs, or getting them from your boyfriends—my whole life. I wasn't your innocent little baby.

No matter how dizzying his professional highs, Shane just couldn't resist the pull of the tide sweeping him out. Self-destruction was always imminent. No, if writing had been the cure, the past fifteen years would've looked very different. He wouldn't have taken so long to get sober. He might've picked a permanent place to live, put down actual roots. Invested in Seamless or Spotify. He'd have gotten serious about the business of living.

He knows Gia's tougher than him. By virtue of being a woman, she's stronger. GIrls are given the weight of the world, but nowhere to put it down. The power and magic born in that struggle? It's so terrifying to men that we invented reasons to burn y'all at the stake, just to keep our dicks hard.

After I accidentally broke my arm, and my foster mom…" He paused, jaw working. "When I survived the crash on the way to the hospital and my foster mom didn't, I started breaking my arm on purpose. Drinking all day. And I decided that I didn't deserve good things.

Girls are given the weight of the world but nowhere to put it down. The power and the magic born in that struggle? It's so terrifying to men that we invented reasons to burn y'all at the stake just to keep our d**ks hard.

The first time it happened was when Shane was seven, the terrible event that had sent him hurtling from foster home to foster home, where he learned new crimes, new dysfunctions, new ways to be unloved. That was one piece of it. The other was every time he broke his arm, it hurt, but when it dulled, he'd be shot through with this remarkable insight about himself. It was the only time he saw who he was, crystal clear.

She remembered that they were never sober. Shane drank to seek oblivion; she stayed high to outrun pain. They did it together—but she cut herself in private.

cracked her open, and she'd come spilling out, slow and sweet as honey. She wanted to hate letting him get inside again. She'd been so willing to give it all up.

she was reminded that he was just a person. He mad massive mistakes, he felt things, he was sorry, ad he was trying to find his way, like everyone else.

You're a sane person reacting to an insane situation.

By virtue of being a woman, she's stronger. Girls are given the weight of the world, but nowhere to put it down. The power and magic born in that struggle? It's so terrifying to men that we invented reasons to burn y'all at the stake, just to keep our dicks hard.

Before Jenna could think, Eric flipped her on her back, hooked his arms behind her

But even blessed and intelligent families lose it when their emotional problems overwhelm them. For our families it appeared to be alcoholism that led to relationship trauma … or was unhealed relationship trauma the prequel that led to using alcohol to self-medicate emotional pain?

The trouble with taking writing seriously, is that the more seriously you take it the harder it is to write. Possibly I take writing more seriously than any other human being that has ever lived.

Winning is not life, fighting for third place is.

The greatest danger of being gifted, is that you may never learn how to make an effort.

It would be so nice to have a real choice, fumed Gyuri. It was like Hungary being between Germany and the Soviet Union. What sort of choice was that? Which language would you like your firing squad to speak?

Committing suicide so as not to be murdered is the worst reason I've ever heard of to die.

It's easy to plant a seed and sprinkle it with water, but once the sun scorches the ground, and the earth soaks up all the moisture, you're left with nothing but a thirsty little flower trying desperately to make it out of the dirt.

I have news for you; you didn't break my heart. My heart's fine. My heart's in the best shape of its life. You know what you did to me? You took an AK-47 and blew my soul open. So fuck you and your fucking talk because nothing short of a miracle could take back the last nine months of hell you put me through!" - Paul Hudson

Tell me what you're afraid of,' Jacob said. Shit, I thought, this could take all day. My life was ruled by my fears.