Quotes About Struggle

gets aggressive with him. He's very hurt by the

It's hard to get it right, and they always blame you for something. If you're lucky, one of them thinks you're cool, for about five minutes, and the others think you're a disaster, or they all do. Charlotte has always been tough on me. Eric always

dangers of her past. She cared about what he provided in an otherwise dangerous world. "Russia is a hard place," she said quietly, "or it used to be. I think it still is for most people. The strong ones like Vladimir survive and climb out, and he pulled me out with him. The others don't make it, and many of them die. I might have been one of those." "You gave up your freedom for all that," he said, still

with you all day and night while I'm trying to graduate.

been through. She was a woman who

thinking how hard it must be to be a woman, always having to be strong and comfort others, and how lonely it was to be a man. —

Danielle Steel

him to get out of

Danielle Steel

How much of a "story" would

club. "If you lunatics freeze to

When the past is your enemy, all you have is the present.

You know it has," she

shelter. "You are a mess." She could almost

He didn't know it, but he had saved her, and hopefully he would never know the dire straits she'd been in when he met her. She had come to the Napa Valley to find a man like him. She had set her sights on Sam Marshall, but

from the accident, and she seemed weak to him. It

owe her a lot. She had a baby out

Because the one thing I hate about hope - the one thing I despise about it, that no one ever seems to admit about it- is that suddenly having hope is the easiest route to sudden hopelessness there is.

to someone who is depressed, everything is about depression.

Spring and Fall" …cannot be said to be about depression - but of course, to someone who is depressed, everything is about depression. …For some of us, the sadness running under the skin of things begins as a trickle and ends up a hemorrhage, staining everything.

I feel less and less up to the requirements of my life

even on medication, there is nothing tempting enough to make me want to rise

I also recognize, however, that you can talk yourself blue in the face in a therapist's office about crucial failures of love or nurturance with little effect on the inner blackness you carry around with you.

You see, down here, where life hangs heavy like a suffocating cloak, I can't remember that I've ever felt any other way. I need to be reminded that there are reasons in the world to hold on, even if I have forgotten them; I tell myself if I can just hold on I will remember them, these reasons, they will come back to me.