Quotes About Struggle

The Apocalypse is not something out there that will eradicate everything on planet Earth. That would be far too simple. The Apocalypse is in each and every one of us. It takes courage to fight the beast.

Even a glamorous bitch can be in need.

Every finger in the room Is pointing at me I wanna spit in their faces Then I get afraid of what that could bring I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets I've been raising up my hands Drive another nail in Just what God needs One more victim

But over the years you can cultivate hate for the art you love.

On some of my darkest days, Lucifer's the one who comes and gives me an ice cream.

The violence between women is unbelievable...women try to make each other crawl so that their knees are bleeding.

From in the shadow she calls. And in the shadow she finds a way, finds a way. And in the shadow she crawls, clutching her faded photograph. My image under her thumb. Yes with a message for my heart. She's been everybody else's girl maybe one day she'll be her own.

There are days when I struggle with wanting to be a full-time, stay-at-home mom, and feeling guilty about that because I work.

If I must needs boast, I will boast of my sufferings." II Corinthians 11:30 People boast about their wealth, their physical strength, their financial success, their educational achievements... but there are only a few people who can boast about their pains and sufferings. Those who are able to lay down their lives for a great mission are rare, but they are those who are able to transcend themselves and stand as great leaders and heroes in front of humanity. -Torkom Saraydarian

I know that the smallest, most inconsequential things can set me off: a well-meaning friend or family member who says, "Come on, just this once." Off-limit foods served at special occasions like birthday parties, weddings, and holidays. A perceived insult, a bad day, or lousy weather. If there has been an excuse to eat, I have used it to always find my way to food—and the price I paid was staying fat. Those days are over.

I've been on a diet for two weeks and all I've lost is fourteen days.

Childhood is long and narrow like a coffin, and you can't get out of it on your own.

Og til allersidst den helt nye, snigende bekymring for at livet skal glide forbi hende uden at hun får tag i det.

Nadja, who is always hunting for a man, but always the wrong one, is trying to get together with Ebbe's brother Karsten, who she would fit like a ring in his nose.

Someday I'll write down all of the words that flow through me. Someday other people will read them in a book and marvel that a girl could be a poet, after all . . . I want so badly to write down the words, but where in the world would I hide such papers?

Jokin ahdistaa rintaani kun kiipeän portaita ylös. Ihmiselämän nurja puoli ammottaa entistä avoimempana minua vasten, ja sitä on entistä vaikeampi kattaa niillä kirjoittamattomilla, vapisevilla sanoilla joita sydämeni aina kuiskaa.

A gyerekkor hosszú és sz?k, mint egy koporsó, és egyedül nem lehet kijutni bel?le.

Aikuisten lapsuus roikkuu repaleisena ja puhkottuna heidän sisimmässään kuin käytetty ja koinsyömä matto jota kukaan ei ajattele eikä tarvitse. Heistä ei näe että heillä on ollut lapsuus, eikä heiltä uskalla kysyä miten he käyttäytyivät päästäkseen sen läpi ilman että se jätti heidän kasvoihinsa syviä arpia ja jälkiä.

Het is lastig om jezelf te blijven als de dingen om je heen constant van vorm veranderen.

I carried the cups out to the kitchen, and inside of me long, mysterious words began to crawl across my soul like a protective membrane. A song, a poem, something soothing and rhythmic and immensely pensive, but never distressing or sad, as I knew the rest of my day would be distressing and sad. When these light waves of words streamed through me, I knew that my mother couldn't do anything else to me because she had stopped being important to me.

She stared at her friend as a feeling of total desolation slipped through her, as if she were drifting away on an ice floe without a single living person hearing her cries for help.

The Hemulen, moaning piteously, thrust his nose into the sand. "This has gone too far!" he said. "Why can't a poor innocent botanist live his life in peace and quiet?" "Life is not peaceful," said Snufkin, contentedly.

Ajatella, jos ei koskaan voisi tulla iloiseksi tai pettyä, mietti isä veneen kiitäessä läpi myrskyn. Ei koskaan voisi pitää kenestäkään, eikä suuttua eikä antaa anteeksi. Ei koskaan voisi nukkua eikä palella, ei koskaan erehtyä, ei tuntea vatsakipua eikä toipua siitä, ei viettää syntymäpäivää, ei juoda olutta eikä tuntea pahaa omaatuntoa...