Quotes About Struggle

every morning i pray that the school bus will crash and we'll all die in a fiery wreck. then my mom will be able to sue the school bus company for never making school buses with seat belts, and she'll be able to get more money for my tragic death than i would've ever made in my tragic life. unless the lawyers from the school bus company can prove to the jury that i was guaranteed to be a fuckup. then they'd get away with buying my mom a used ford fiesta and call it even.

There are few things harder than being born into the wrong body.

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

Like most of Salinger's characters, she wouldn't be such a fuckup, you felt, if these fucked-up things didn't keep happening to her. ... We believe in the wrong things, I wrote, using the same pen Boomer had used on his arm. That's what frustrates me the most. Not the lack of belief, but the belief in the wrong things. You want meaning? Well, the meanings are out there. We're just so damn good at reading them wrong.

It is always an act of desperation, and I keep asking, even though I know it will never work the way I want it to.

The heart is a treacherous beast, but it means well.

It will affect me in ways I can't even begin to get my mind around. This day is a dark crater. There is no room for songs. The songs are wrong. Every song is wrong. And I don't know what to do without music.

Death is hard, and facing death is painful. But even more painful is the feeling that no one cares. To not have a friend in the world. Some of us died surrounded by loved ones. Some of us had loved ones who couldn't make it in time, who were too far away or just off getting some sleep. But there are also those us us who can tell you what it's like to have no one who you love, no one who loves you. It is very hard to stay alive just for your own sake.

Now they are struggling to find that balance-- separated but still inseparable, apart but still a part.

It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it's lonely, because you feel you can't talk about it.

shouldn't letting go be painless if you've never learned how to hold on?

Some people are given relatively fair lives. But others-they carry the burden of the unfairness of the world.

but the truth is that I don't feel like I can carry anyone but myself right now. The streets are empty. I am empty. Or, no--I am full of pain. It's my life that's empty.

Truces may stop the battles, but part of you will always feel like you're at war.

And just like that, the universe goes wrong. Just like that, all the enormity seems to shrink into a ball and float away from my reach. I feel it, and she doesn't. Or I feel it, and she won't.

The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.

I've been trying to argue myself into thinking these things don't matter, A. Really,I have. But I've lost the argument. And I can't keep having it, when I know what the real answer is.

The frustration is in how pointless the effort was

Any time I let it, the weight of living creeps in and starts to drag her down. It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored. People talk to her, but it feels like they are outside a house, talking through the walls. There are friends, but they are people to spend time with, not people to share time with. There's a false beast that takes the form of instinct and harps on the pointlessness of everything that happens.

It was so much easier when I don't want anything. Not getting want you want want can make you cruel.

You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.

She has been left to her own devices, and those are broken.

Oh, honey, she says when I'm done with my wallowing, it's like my grandma used to say: Just when you think life's got you in a gutter, a tornado will come along and destroy your house. And then you rebuild? I ask. Well, she never mentioned that part, but I suppose it could happen. I am not cheered up.

don't touch me i said because i can't handle someone being good to me.