Quotes About Struggle

The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we're passing one another without a look of recognition.

Man has demonstrated that he is master of everything except his own nature.

In the attempt to defeat death man has been inevitably obliged to defeat life, for the two are inextricably related. Life moves on to death, and to deny one is to deny the other.

Destiny is what you are supposed to do in life. Fate is what kicks you in the ass to make you do it.

As to my heart, since I have worn an eighty franc corset I do not hear it, and I am very much afraid that I have left it in one of Marcel's drawers.

And the various holds and rolls and throws and breakfallsSomehow or other I always seemed to putIn the wrong place. And as for war, my warsWere global from the start.

I'll never forget how the depression and loneliness felt good and bad at the same time. Still does.

Life will not break your heart. It'll crush it.

The blues is losing someone you love and not having enough money to immerse yourself in drink.

I am an optimist because I want to change things for the better and I know that blood has to be spilled and disharmony and cruelty are necessary to do that.

Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold onto something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it's so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn't come back. You're left so alone that you can't explain.

I will do my best to dodge tonight's depression Hide in sleep Damage myself in dreams Wake up older, slightly more used.

Don't push me I've got a corner at my back I've nowhere to go except over you.

A rose trapped inside a fist.

I'm so burned out, the only person I can stand is myself. I'm the only one I would put through this. Wheels and wings, The ride is everything. I'm all I've got. I'm all I can take. Another day has destroyed a part of me. So far so good.

I'm packed with broken glass and memories and it all hurts.

I'll be here tomorrow If I can make it through today.

You are the untold story. You are the impassioned truth wanting to scream its existence, to be forever trapped by a strong hand clapped firmly over the mouth of my soul.

You can still function as a living ruin.

I just want to be able to stand up straight for a little while before I get cut down.

I don't want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don't love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can't get things done.

I see walking bombs on the street Hearts not beating, but ticking

It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted.

Keep walking. Hot night right now, right here. All you have is what you are. All you want is much too much. All you get is so much less. All you feel is nothing. All you see is darkness. All you know is senseless and all you can do about it is ride.