Quotes About Struggle

speak. But he lost his job, he was so ill so often

There were you and Serena, and everything about the two of you was perfect, and so life took a brutal swing at you.

poverty always breeds violence in one way or another.

Watch it, Callie. The war has taught me lots of nasty habits. When I'm attacked, I attack back.

Don't look at me like that!" he ordered her. He jerked her close against him. "It's you, Callie, always you! From the beginning. You wouldn't look at me because you had to have Michaelson! Well, lady, place that at your feet too. No battle killed him.

What the hell do you think you're doing, Colonel?" Callie demanded, struggling fiercely. It was all to no avail. She was swept up into his arms, and he was striding across the room to the stairway. "Going to bed. For that good night's sleep. And like it or not, Mrs. Michaelson, you'll be sleeping right beside me." Those blue eyes met hers once again. "Right beside me. You do owe me, Mrs. Michaelson. That's the way I see it, my angel.

She wasn't dead, but she was in hell. He'll on earth.

She wasn't dead, but she was in hell. Hell on earth.

he wondered again how they managed to tear each other apart so completely.

Escape...had seemed the only way to ease the pain.

lately. It's a bitch, huh?" "Yeah, it's a bitch.

Really, Mrs. Michaelson, I have been attacked by swords and cannons and guns, but I am weary still, and haven't the heart to defend myself from a soup ladle!

I hate you, Jesse!" she reminded him. To her surprise, he smiled a slow, anguished, crooked smile. "I know," he said, and added very softly, "and I still love you.

Kelsey was up there, and she was devastated. Holding it together

He says that he saw you first. That by right, you are his captive. He says that Buffalo Run really has no right to you, that he has pampered you, that he has scorned the Comanche ways. He says that you should be his slave, and that he intends to take you.

Anything, Christa?" he said. "Anything? What you're asking me to do is a mockery. So you had best mean it. You would do anything to save this place. You'd marry that white trash. You'd marry me.

Along our chosen paths, we all meet up with demons. We must meet them, and battle them, even when they are nothing but mist in the night.

Evil doesn't just go away.

It's not easy to do the things you dream of doing. Sometimes it's not that easy just to get up in the morning. That's how it is for everyone.

You are weak and raw and broken, and that's okay. That's where real life begins. Throw yourself into that rawness., Dive into a bunch of stories about absorbing and leaning into disappointment and loss and melancholy as a way of moving through it.

we learn to treat our humanity itself as poisonous, to treat our most human desires as a kind of sickness that can only be cured with outside help.

I couldn't just love someone and be loved back. That was too easy. That didn't feel right. I was more familiar with dissatisfaction.

I think about the problem with running from your trouble . The problem is in the stopping. The whole time you think you're getting away from everything, the trouble is running like mad, too, trying to catch up with you. And it doesn't slow down when you do--it keeps on sprinting. So when trouble finally reaches you, it hits you hard (p107)

There's nothing inherently interesting about being a drunk -- in fact, quite the contrary.