Quotes About Struggle

Sometimes I felt lonely because I pushed people away for so long that I honestly didn't have many close connections left. I was physically isolated and disconnected from the world. Sometimes I felt lonely in a crowded room. This kind of loneliness pierced my soul and ached to the core. I not only felt disconnected from the world, but I also felt like no one ever loved me. Intellectually, I knew that people did, but I still felt that way.

Intense pain often pushed me to make changes. The pain of the eating disorder pushed me into recovering from eating-disordered behaviors, and then the emotional turmoil I experienced without those behaviors (not knowing how to cope with perfectionism, feelings, and life in general) took me even further, so that I ultimately found serenity.

I left myself out of humanity by focusing on differences. This isolation only strengthened Ed" (17)

I fear that until this rebellion is put down, she'll find herself caught in the middle, claimed by neither side, mistrusted by both.

The Moses of her people had fallen in the hour of his triumph. His tragic death was all the more heartbreaking because he had not lived to enjoy the peace he had toiled so long to achieve.

And Richmond is my home. I can't leave. But it will be so hard for colored folks in the South when the war is done. Martha managed a smile. It's always been hard, and we've always gotten by.

You think you get a dose of tragedy and that's that. You think it can't get any worse and that you're saved now. But tragedy is not like medicine. You don't get a dose like a pill or a spoonful. Tragedy always kicks in.

A lot of the early jazz artists, of course, couldn't even walk through the front door of the hotels and clubs they were playing in and had to enter through back doors and kitchens, and I think Jean felt this was a metaphor for his place in the art world: he had entered through the back door. He broke into the white art world in a way that had never been done before by any black.

He refuses to sell his paintings and writes NOT FOR SALE on some of them. He is furious because people are writing about his ghetto childhood and call him a graffiti artist and primitive. They don't invent a childhood for white artists, he says.

Jean was black and had to present himself as separate from graffiti somehow. Keith was gay and white and could glamorize graffiti in a way that Jean could not. Jean and Keith both understood this.

Challenging, darling," Anjoli corrected. "Release the struggle consciousness. Challenges can be overcome. One can rise to a challenge. Difficulty sounds so hopeless. Words are affirmations. Affirmations are manifestations. Manifestations—" "All right already! Eating will be challenging, are you happy?" "In general or at the moment?" "Good God, Mother!

Ask any single parent whether they'd like an extra set of hands around the house and they'd take it." They'd take it if it weren't the set of hands belonging to the rat bastard who asked for a divorce the same day the pregnancy test read positive.

The key to fighting is never to fight unless the cause is so great that you couldn't bear not to defend it and the losses you are going to suffer are things that you could afford to lose. If you do fight, the thing to remember is that it is going to hurt because that is what happens in a fight and you might as well reconcile yourself to it in the beginning and then it will not matter when it happens

You've always been nuts. That's fine. I can deal with nuts. But lately, you've been depressed nuts. I can't deal with that. - Anthony

Nothing matters except what it takes to survive. You remember this, Madeline: You're born alone and you die alone. In between, you make deals.

Cynthie was enchanting up close. And from far away. From everywhere, really, which was how he'd ended up saying yes to her all the time. Cal glanced at her impeccably tight little body in her impeccably tight little red dress and then took a step back as he jerked his eyes away, reminding himself of how peaceful life was without her. Distance, that was the key. Maybe a cross and some garlic, too.

This life of mine has been a little tough to negotiate the past two years. Not that everyone's isn't, after all, it wouldn't be called 'life' if a litte difficulty weren't automatically interferred. 'Super duper journey of progress and inspiration' maybe, but not 'life'.

I can say anything, but the things I want to say are trapped in that wide open space so I don't say anything at all.

It's a terrible thing to feel alone when you are with other people, when those other people are supposed to be your family even thought they aren't, not really. That kind of being alone makes you feel wrong inside your own body, like you bones don't fit under your skin, like something inside your stomach wants to get out and fly away.

Once again, the show became life imitating art, imitating life, because we went in with this whole boxing thing—you're down but not out, and no matter what's happening in your life, you keep fighting.

You're hitting rock bottom," she said. "You know, Jennifer, you have to hit bottom before you can make a change, and it's finally happening.

Emotional pain is such a strange feeling. You can forget you're in it—or try to, anyway—and then it sneaks up and finds its way to the surface.

He swore his love to me again and again until he finally realized that I cannot love anything right now. Falling in love is like holding a white flag out to your enemies and saying, "we give up, we're in love." Love is surrender.

If only I could understand The reason for my crying If only I could stop this fear Of dreaming that I'm dying.