Quotes About Struggle

He took a deep breath and got a noseful of sun-warmed dog shit for his trouble.

Adam's entire life felt like lead in his bones right now.

God must bring us to a point--I cannot tell you how it will be, but He will do it--where, through a deep and dark experience, our natural power is touched and fundamentally weakened, so that we no longer dare trust ourselves.

The more spiritual a child of God becomes, the more conscious he is of the significance of walking according to the spirit and the dangers of walking according to the flesh.

How pitiful it must be when the flesh gains dominion. Sin has slain the spirit:

The body element of the flesh, full of sin and lust, naturally cannot but express itself in many sins, much to the grief of the Holy Spirit.

You are, Devlin, too young to understand how rare a thing true love is, how unlikely in this world to happen, and when it does, how unlikely to endure. And once it is lost, how hard to live without.

I have not been able to resolve these issues in my life and I have used every technique I know. I would like to show my trust in the divine force by simply turning them over to your divine hands. As I do this I know that the divine force that is you, God, is also me, and I trust that this action will lead to a resolution of these problems.

things that are forced grow for a while, but then wither away.

suffering is a part of the human condition that no one escapes in their lifetime, and that it may be more despairing for some than others.

This is true for every aspect of your life: The more you push against it, the more resistance you create.

recognize in the heat of battle that the battle itself is something to grieve about.

I wanted so desperately to prove that I was right, even though all of my efforts were obviously self-sabotaging.

The current antidote for rural despair, he thought, crack cocaine and liquor.

You can steer while still enjoying this glorious ride, but if you elect to fight it, you'll ultimately get pulled under by its current. This is true for every aspect of your life: The more you push against it, the more resistance you create.

The more you push against it, the more resistance you create.

Whatever strains with force will soon decay.

It's disturbing how fast weeds take root in my garden of worthiness. They're so hard to pull. And grow back so easily.

By the end of that first day, what I'd made was a big mess. But if chaos is a necessary step in the organization of one's universe, that I was well on my way.

I was slipping, man, and it was definetly time to get a grip.

Words can't fix my life. Words can't give me a family. Words can't do jack. You may be a teacher, Ms. Leone, but face it: You don't know squat.

Summers there are awful! Winters there are awful! Why do you stay? You ought to run away! Hop a train! Stow away on a bus! What am I saying? You could just buy yourself a ticket. It would be interesting to talk to you if you did it the other way, though. We could compare scars and bruises. It might be fun.

The finish line comes into view and you will yourself toward it, but the wind pushes you back, and your body begs you to give up, and the whole world seems to grind into slow motion. Your determination is all that's left. It forces your muscles to fire. Forces you to stay in the race. Forces you to survive the pain of this moment.

Conquering the wild is nothing compared to fixing the cracks in your heart.