Quotes About Struggle

Diana buried her face in her hands, because, as Michael undoubtedly suspected, the answer was all the time. It was her biggest fear—that her rapist hadn't stopped with her, that, to the contrary, she'd been the first, in a line, maybe a long one.

First of all, it's life. You don't win.

Imagine every day you go to a school where the building's run-down and the textbooks are outdated and there's forty kids in every class, and you put your hand over your heart for the pledge—one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all—but you know it's a lie, and there's no liberty for you, no justice for you.

it was a metaphor for my life, maybe for every woman's life. You fall, you get hurt, you get up again.

the world was not a rancid bag of garbage. At least, it wasn't just that. There was happiness, too.

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Make sure you have people who love you, the real you, not the Instagram you. If you can't be brave, pretend to be brave, and if you can't do that yet, know that you aren't alone. Everyone you see is struggling. Nobody has it all figured out.

was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning.

was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.

I'd lost . . . ten pounds? Twelve? Enough to make me believe that if I just kept at it I could lose the weight, the percentage of myself, that would finally make my body acceptable. Enough to make me believe that a man could like me, could look past my current incarnation and see the beauty that would be revealed when I dropped another thirty pounds.

Hell is an Eagles game, where the bleachers are always freezing, and the team is always losing, and my family is insane.

in a world where being born female meant spending years of your life at risk, and the rest of it invisible, existing as prey or barely existing at all.

Probably she's dead already. But you couldn't run forever. They had told her that in rehab, too. Eventually you had to stop running, and even the worst failures, the true fuckups and wastes of space, had to try to fix what they had broken. You had to turn and see what you had done.

She would look this other Diana in the eyes and then she'd decide what she would do, how she could confront Hal without hurting some poor, blameless woman, in a world where being born female meant spending years of your life at risk, and the rest of it invisible, existing as prey or barely existing at all.

She lay awake on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, until it was six o'clock and her husband got up, quietly, to put on his running clothes, feigning sleep until she heard the front door open, and close. Then she lay there for another hour, wondering if she could continue to live like this, and, if not, what she was supposed to do next.

being born female meant spending years of you life at risk, and the rest of it invisible, existing as prey or barely existing at all.

schools—a place to deposit a wayward son

Leidt de vrede, waar de mensheid te allen tijde naar heeft verlangd en die tot nu toe maar in zo weinig delen van de wereld is verwezenlijkt, er alleen toe dat hij niet wordt gedeeld met degenen die er hun toevlucht zoeken, maar zo agressief wordt verdedigd dat hij er zelf bijna uitziet als een oorlog?

Ruin your fucking self before they do. Otherwise they'll screw you because you're a nobody. They'll keep you alive but you'll have to crawl and say thank-you for every bone they throw. You might as well stay drunk or shoot junk and be a crazy fucker. If the rich guys want to play with you, make them get their hands dirty. Send them away gagging, or sobbing if they're soft-hearted. You'll be left alone if you're frightening, and dead you're free!

Mas los que comparecieron para la lucha ya no la iniciaron en la pista, sino entre la pista y el altar

En consecuencia, en la Hélade hubo aún mayor indecisión y confusión después de la batalla que antes

For the first time his mind grasped the fact that when life has sentenced you to suffer, the sentence is neither a fancy nor a threat, but you are dragged to the rack, and you are tortured, and there is no marvelous rescue at the last moment, no awakening as from a bad dream. He felt it as a foreboding which struck him with terror.

Over the course of the next three years, Hirschmann shuffled between four countries, enlisted to fight in a civil war, joined an underground resistance, and got a doctoral degree.

I therefore have to use The Force. And weirdly, this doesn't work very well. I don't understand why, because on the last census, I put my religion down as Jedi Knight...