Quotes About Struggle

Du siehst es ja an uns beiden, wie schwierig es ist, nein, wie unmöglich es ist, seine eigenen Eltern mit der Wahrheit zu konfrontieren. Und dann das Ganze einigermassen anständig hinter sich zu lassen.

But it seemed like the more we advanced, the more the future looked impossible, making us return to the more radical times in the past.

Es gibt Krisen, die dadurch entstehen, daß sich eine neue Kraft bildet, die zum Sturm auf das Bestehende ansetzt. Und es gibt auch Krisen, die entstehen dadurch oder bestehen darin, daß man sie dafür hält.

Poverty is only contemptible when it is felt to be so. Doubtless the best way to make our poverty respectable is to seem never to feel it as an evil.

There is probably no hell for authors in the next world--they suffer so much from critics and publishers in this.

Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.

The great artist is a slave to his ideals.

We don't even know that we're dealing with one of these masters of Darkness until we become physically ill, lose our friends, our jobs, our incomes, our fertile years, and eventually even our self-esteem and dignity.

We decided to try in vitro, because both Peter and I felt we couldn't handle another failure. When I miscarried after that, we had to come to terms with the possibility that this wasn't meant to be.

The struggle to grow makes the vine work harder, extending its roots and absorbing elements that make it produce a more interesting fruit.

she hadn't just lost everything. After all, she had her health (which was actually saying quite a lot for a second grade teacher during flu season) and she had relative youth, though she was on the downhill slide to thirty. But she no longer had her luggage and she didn't have her purse. Meaning she had no clothes, no shoes, no undies, no toiletries, no ID, no credit card, not even a ChapStick. She glanced down at her

I've never watched an entire episode of American Idol. It's too mean. Why would anyone want to go on a show to be ripped apart? I don't want to be tough with my singers, but I do want to tell them on The Voice that if you really want this, you'll be kicked when you're down. You have to be willing to roll with those punches. You have to really want it.

Pain is rewarding, in every capacity.

[2010] was a rough year. Between my divorce and the other things I went through, a lot happened. It's hard for anyone to go through that in public. But when you're a celebrity and under a microscope, it's 58 million times harder. I grew an even thicker skin after that hard year.

Sometimes, especially in the last six months, I still feel like going to the window and singing out all my troubles.

It can be hard in this business, especially when you're very young, to figure out who you can and can't trust.

She knows too well what it's like to tamp down your natural inclinations, to force a smile when you feel numb. [...] The expression of emotion does not come naturally, so you learn to fake it. To pretend. To display an empathy you don't really feel. And so it is that you learn to pass, if you're lucky, to look like everyone else, even though you're broken inside.

You can't find peace until you fin fall the pieces.

So I am learning to pretend, to smile and nod, to display empathy I do not feel. I am learning to pass, to look like everyone else, even though I feel broken inside.

It's painful to hold out hope for the things that once brought you joy. You have to find ways to make yourself forget.

Mrs. Scatcherd raps Dutchy's knuckles several times with a long wooden ruler, though it seems to me a halfhearted penalty. He barely winces, then shakes his hands twice in the air and winks at me. Truly , there isn't much more she can do. Stripped of family and identity, fed meager rations, consigned to hard wooden seats until we are to be, as Slobbery Jack suggested, sold into slavery — our mere existence is punishment enough.

People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find...

And I know, with the newfuond clarity of being in a relationship myself, that my own parents were never happy together, and probably never would have been, whatever the circumstances

I have seen people at their worst, at their most desperate and selfish, and this knowledge makes me wary. So I'm learning to pretend, to smile and nod, to display empathy I do not feel. I am learning to pass, to look like everyone else, even though I feel broken inside.