Quotes About Struggle

She'd always known she was a bit unnatural. Now it was proven. Her emotional responses were somehow never quite right. When she met Callum she thought he'd saved her, but obviously it was only temporary.

She looked at her dad, the only innocent one in their family, on his hands and knees peering at the lock. He'd get them out of here. He could fix anything, given the opportunity. He just hadn't been given the opportunity to fix Zach.

the world was adrift on a sea of tears

fingers, with his bad eye. He was fighting the Repatriation

The more jessica changed her face and body the less secure she got.

I don't know why I stay. I don't know why I deserve this. I don't know why you do this, why we do this, why this keeps happening. "Celeste,

While most of us find it incredibly difficult to juggle career and family, some women seem to have hit up upon that elusive magical formula.

It turned out that a conversation with Bonnie was just like being in labour: the pain could always get much, much worse. chapter fifty-three 'Ziggy is a lovely little boy,' said the psychologist.

she wasn't sure if she was even that enthusiastic a fan of God anymore. He seemed to have dropped the ball a long time ago. Appalling things happened to children, across the world, every single day. It was inexcusable.

Hank didn't know that Lyn had no right to feel anxious when everyone knew her life was so wonderful, while Cat's was falling to pieces and Gemma couldn't seem to make one.

dodgy knee of mine.

You're having one of those days of accumulating misery when you argue violently with someone in a position of power: a bank teller, a dry cleaner, a three-year-old.

He did nothing that he wasn't obliged to do because the effort of existence exhausted him. He slept whenever he could. Getting up each morning was like moving his limbs through thick mud.

Have you heard the phrase 'hitting rock bottom'?" she said. She didn't wait for an answer. I noticed her voice had changed subtly. She was speaking in her "professional" voice. "It's something that happens to addicts when they finally break down in every way possible: physically, spiritually, emotionally.

Actually, she was still in her pyjamas and all she'd achieved that morning was getting out of bed. She hadn't even managed to feed herself breakfast yet.

It felt like another loss. Each time he thought he was doing well, avoiding the hope. Each time he told himself: I have no expectations, but with each new failure it hurt so much he understood the hope had been there after all, flitting seductively around his subconscious. It didn't get easier either. It got worse. A cumulative effect. Loss upon loss.

The only recognition you got for surviving a night like that came from other mothers. Only they understood the epic nature of your trivial achievements.

Think of your worst pre-match nerves. Except there's no match. It's just Tuesday morning. That's how it feels to be me.

You don't want to be you anymore. Of course you don't. Who would?

You're having one of those days of accumulating misery when you argue violently

Was today the worst anniversary yet, or was it always this bad? It was probably always this bad. It was so easy to forget how bad things were. Like winter. Like the flu. Like childbirth.

He worked on it for over fifteen years before he died in his fifties of complications caused by pneumonia.

It was just that there were so many different levels of "comfortable," and at Celeste's level no electricity bill could make her cry.

You think terrible things happened on the battlefields, but terrible things happened in ordinary suburban homes.