Quotes About Struggle

And I wonder if we don't live like water seeking a level a low bed until one day we just go dry. I wonder if a creek ever realizes it has made its own grave.

He flushed with sadness, as if every moment of his life were occurring all at once—his sister dying in childbirth, his mother squirming in that one-room flop, poor Danny sliding between wet logs, Gig in jail, and Jules dead—and how many more? All people, except this rich cream, living and scraping and fighting and dying, and for what, nothing, the cold millions with no chance in this world.

Elena reminds him that without his dad's union job, he wouldn't have had a roof over his head, but he's one of those men of fragile confidence who needs to always believe that he's made his own way in the world.

Bit yells, Homeless Hungry? Dude, I invented Homeless Hungry. The kid just waves.

It's quite a thing when the world is upside down to hear someone say it don't have to be—that a man could be paid enough to feed and house himself.

Sometimes, now, when she sees how content Pat and Lydia are, she feels like a spent salmon: her work here is done. But other times, honestly, the whole idea of being at peace just pisses her off. At peace? Who but the insane would ever be at peace? What person who has enjoyed life could possibly think one is enough? Who could live even a day and not feel the sweet ache of regret?

buried by random events, ruined by confusion and grief.

He had never really mastered English, but he'd studied enough to have a healthy fear of its random severity, the senseless brutatlity of its conjugations; it was unpredictable, like a cross-bred dog.

Maybe all love is hopeless.

Years passed and I found myself still a husk, still in that moment, still in the day my war ended, the day I realized, as all survivors must, that being alive isn't the same thing as living.

the world is built to eat you alive, but before you go down the gullet, the bastards can't stop you from looking around.

Bir yazar yüceliÄŸe ulaÅŸmak için dört ÅŸeye ihtiyaç duyar Pasquale: Arzu, hüsran ve deniz." "Üç etti ama." Alvis ÅŸarab?n? bitirdi. "Hüsran? iki kere sayacaks?n.

life was a glorious catastrophe.

All people, except this rich cream, living and scraping and fighting and dying, and for what, nothing, the cold millions with no chance in this world.

But when the procreation board said she couldn't have a kid? I guess it was too much for her.

I sit in front of the notebook and feel like it's just too late for me. And that this book isn't working, nothing's working, everything feels like it's made of spiders.

I sit in front of the notebook and feel like it's just too late for me. And that this book isn't working, nothing's working, everything feels like it's made of spiders." Those

Your parents died. Your world fell apart. I nod. He puts his hand on my cheek. You were left drowning I nod again. And you're struggling to breathe I am. It's a constant struggle to stay near the surface I have just enough air to stop me from going totally under, but not enough to thrive. So do it. Breathe. Just Breathe. He turns up the volume and strokes my hair.

I wish I liked the real world more. I wish I could embrace life. I wish for so many things, and I have no idea if it's possible for me to have them. I could try, maybe, but I have no clue where to start.

There is no time frame that dictates when and how you'll feel what you feel. You just get to deal with hell however, and whenever, it hits you.

So I add frigid to the list. To that stupid mental inventory I try so hard not to keep. An increasingly large list of all my flaws. My inadequacies. My failures.

Everything about her shredded my heart because she reminded me too much of my mother, and she reminded me too much of my mother's death. I couldn't handle it. And so I pushed her away.

I imagine that anyone who goes through trauma like I have wonders the same things I do: how God can exist and allow such awful things to happen. There are no reasons for my parents' death, and that's that.

You scream it in everything you do. You're holding on to what happened because you think that's all you have." "It is all I have." "Find more