Quotes About Struggle

A girl calls and asks, "Does it hurt very much to die?" "Well, sweetheart," I tell her, "yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.

Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.

At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.

Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.

It's hard to win a pennant, but it's harder losing one.

Writers are made--forged, really, in a kiln of their own madness and insecurities--over the course of many, many moons. The writer you are when you begin is not the same as the writer you become.

My sense of self-worth vanished when I was with him. I hated myself for not having seen the movies he mentioned, for not having any decent clothes or shoes, for having no class. I totally messed things up with him. But I couldn't stand somebody who sang the words to Luo Dayou's "Love Song 1990" at the same time he was all hung up on desire and money, because that was an endless blasphemy against beauty.

I could barely conjure up comfortable, pleasant, free and easy feeling associated with a normal relationship.

What doesn't kill you, ruins a part of you.

I am alone against hordes I cannot stop nor let go I stand here in the long cold hours alone against every foe.

By force of arms. (Vi Et Armis)

Force overcome by force. (Vi Victa Vis)

Strain every nerve to gain your point.

Supongo que el mensaje cliché es "nunca te rindas". Yo prefiero decir: "aprendé a convivir con tus sombras". Y no más.

Hay una diferencia abismal entre querer morir y no querer vivir de determinada forma

Me he dejado pisar, basurear, usar. He dejado que hicieran lo que quisieron con mi mente y mis deseos, pero siempre quedó firme la idea de amarte para toda la vida.

A veces pienso que somos masas uniformes que vamos donde nos lleve otro acumulamiento de masa uniforme, que hacemos lo que hay que hacer porque algo hay que hacer y que amamos molestar al otro por nuestras propias imposibilidades. Impedimentos para hacer algo productivo, algo constructivo...

No comer genera desgano, genera enemistades inexistentes, hace que quienes te aman muten en enemigos mortales. Hace que quieras huir de tu casa, de tu cuerpo, de tu cabeza: todo te agota, te hace sentir un cadáver odioso al que todos temen acercarse.

Lo conozco, se que no va a ser feliz con nadie, porque ni siquiera es feliz consigo mismo. Siempre volvió, siempre vuelve, siempre va a volver.

I have lost everything, Han thought. Then he corrected himself. Every time I think I've lost everything, I find there's still something else to lose.

Hope is a dangerous thing, Raisa thought. Once kindled, it's hard to put out. It makes wise people into fools.

Jason felt humiliated and frustrated. Rejected by a rock.

Han made no effort to put up a brave front. Most of the time he just screamed himself hoarse, though a couple of times he amused himself by screaming Fionas's name as if he were in the throes of passion. FEEE-OHHH-NAAA! Lord Bayar made him pay for that, but afterward, Fiona didn't come down anymore, which Han appreciated.

He expects nothing, she thought, because he's never had anything. And nothing was expected of him. He was free in a way she never would be.