Quotes About Struggle

My mind was getting away from reality again, and I reluctantly drew it back in. There is no getting away from reality.

i want him to give up, no. no, i don't.

My beacon is gone and I'm drowning now. The storm is all around me and I can't even save myself. I don't even know if I want to. She's gone.

Every fight for survival is really a fight to return to the inconsequential concerns of the mundane.

Some of our parents were always on our side. Some of our parents chose to banish us rather than see us for who we were. And some of our parents, when they found out we were sick, stopped being dragons and became dragonslayers instead. Sometimes that's what it takes—the final battle. But it should take much, much less than that.

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.

Just be warned, you said. Some day you will ask me to give up something I really love, and then it`s going to get ugly.

We have defied the day as it was set out for us.

I wanted love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything.

The day it happened, the week after it happened-those were not times I wanted to go back to. How I felt like I was trapped in a chamber of my own noise. Sitting in class and not being there at all. Sitting in a chair and fragmenting at the same time. Clutching to the random facts. Thinking the concept of a fact was itself a fiction. Because we live in a blur. All of us live in a blur.

But I guess it's just as easy to get lost in the dealing as it is to get lost in the avoidance.

Persevere, v. Those first few weeks, after you told me, I wasn`t sure we were going to make it. After working for so long on being sure of each other, sure of this thing, suddenly we were unsure again. I didn`t know whether or ot to touch you, sleep with you, have sex with you. Finally, I said, "It`s over." You started to cry, and I quickly said, "No – I mean this part is over. We have to get to the next part.

The body is the easiest thing to adjust to... It's the life, the context of the body, that can be hard to grasp.

Everything is in its right place, and my heart wants to believe this can always be true. My heart wants to make it true, even as something darker tugs it away.

I don't mean that God made this happen to teach us something. Or to teach me something. How monstrously selfish would that be? I just mean that if we go through this thing and it changes us so much, you have to hope that it changes us for the better, right? If goodness can't come from bad things, it makes bad things unbearable.

I guess I don't believe these thing can ever be easy, although I also don't see why they have to be hard.

i know if i told her about liking guys, she'd probably stop wanting to date me, which would be a huge plus. but i also know i'd immediately become her gay pet, and that's the last kind of leash i want. and it's not like i'm really that gay. i fucking hate madonna.

But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.

It's hard being in the body of someone you don't like, because you still have to respect it.

I said I hated life. You said you hated life. We decided to hate it together. We didn't know anything. Without you I wouldn't have been able to contain the hate. I would have used it against myself. You're the one who helped me control it. My mind spun out to other things. But it always came back to you.

It's always something we have to negotiate — the fact that my parents are happy, and yours have never been. I have something to live up to, and if I fail, I still have a family to welcome me home. You have a storyline to rewrite, and a lack of faith that it can ever be done.

Esas clases de peleas nunca pueden ser ganadas, incluso si eres el victorioso, has herido a la otra persona, y tiene que haber alguna derrota asociada con eso.

Curses aren't passive things. They'll fight back.

It's not easy," she says, in that voice that mothers have, that mix of unwanted knowledge and small consolation. "Whatever you had—I don't know exactly what it was, and that's fine. But it must not be easy for you. You miss him, and that's okay. But you have to figure that if it's too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.