Quotes About Struggle

It's exhausting, trying to make a bad person act good. You can see why it's so much easier for them to be bad.

Infinite Darlene doesn't have it easy. Being both star quarterback and homecoming queen has its conflicts.

I wanted love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything. It can't do anything on its own. It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.

Here's what breaks us: Even if we know better, we still want everything to be all right

Dash is the kind of guy who's always had to

While nobody wants to say how bad it is, there's no way to pretend it's a normal day.

That's what it felt like---that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.

I'm so sorry," I continue. And it's like the last word is a hurdle and I can't leap it, because something in the word snags my voice and suddenly I am giving everything up. I am letting my shoulders fall and I am feeling myself become the absence, feeling myself become that gasp and sob.

You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself togheter. And then everything falls apart anyway.

She went on. There's the drown of things and the swim of things, I guess. I've been going back and forth, back and forth. I feel the weight of it. And this bewilderment - how can something that doesn't have a form, doesn't have a definition, doesn't have words - how can it have such weight? And yet, there's the need to swim. Life goes on, I offered. Yeah, but you see, 'Life goes on' is as a redundancy. Life is defined by its going on.

You hear the phrase all the time: a brush with death. What they don't tell you is that the brush has paint on it. And once it touches you, you can't get it off.

Waking is hard, and waking is glorious. We watch as you stir, then as you stumble out of your beds. We know that gratitude is the last thing on your mind. But you should be grateful. You've made it to another day.

Yes, our situations are different. But we're both human, and that means we both have the nearly infinite potential to mess things up, and need a nearly infinite amount of patience and grace in order to be the people we should be.

Niet krijgen wat je wilt kan je wreed maken.

My fear tries to keep my secrets locked down, but my hope keeps slipping you the key.

Life is so hard. I see it everywhere. I see the homeless people on the street. I see how tragically humans have hurt the earth. How terribly they hurt each other. I also know how lucky I was. I would take my privilege for granted.

It is a hard cycle to conquer. The body is working against you. And because of this, you feel even more despair. Which only amplifies the imbalance. It takes uncommon strength to live with these things.

so eventually i gave up. i give up every single day.

I have been in the bodies of starvers and purgers, gluttons and addicts. They all think their actions make their lives more desirable. But the body always defeats them in the end.

Most of the time, I feel like a perpetual smudge. My lines all curve. I tend to connect the wrong dots.

If there's one thing I've learned, it's this: We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough...

does it ever get easier? is there an end to these questions? do you have any answers? will you say them to me? can you stop this unraveling? will you bring me your closure? or am I the only one who sees anymore? who sees . . . who sees . . . who sees?

I fear you may have outmatched me, because now I find these words have nowhere to go. It's hard to answer a question you haven't been asked. It's hard to show that you tried unless you end up succeeding.

I love being with you and Joni and the rest of the group. I love being a part of that. But I can never really enjoy it, because I know that at the end, I'll be back here. Sometimes I can forget, and when I can forget, it's bliss. But this past week has been hell. It's like I've been pushed back into the shape of this person I used to be. And I don't fit into the old shape anymore. I don't fit.