Quotes About Struggle

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

You like him because he's a lost boy. Believe me, I've seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.

there was still the thrill of those opening credits that carried us through the harder times, that sustained our faith in a city that often didn't show much faith in us.

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.

If we don't fight other people's curses, what are we left with? Just a swift fall to the earth, and where's the meaning in that?

all i wanted was one fucking break, one idiotic good thing, and that was clearly too much to ask for, too much to want.

I'll kill myself. I swear, I'll kill myself, you threatened. We're not going to leave you alone, I said. But we had to, eventually. After all, people are always separable.

look, tiny - i'm trying to be on my best behavior, but you have to understand - i'm always standing on the edge of something bad. and sometimes someone like you can make me look the other way, so that i don't know how close i am to falling over. but i always end up turning my head. always.

I think we endure the banal as a way of skirting around the bane.

I tried to shut myself down completely, put up my best screensaver personality to coast through the day. I didn't want to see her. I was desperate to see her. I wanted to hold it together. I wanted to melt down right at her feet and scream, Look what you've done to me.

Answerless questions can destroy you.

I wondered if this was how you'd felt. I wondered if I was making myself feel how you'd felt. I knew it wasn't a choice. It was just what my mind was doing. Although I could've been fighting it more.

I've tried breaking things to feel better - and found that it only feels better while things are breaking, not the next moment, when they're broken. It's a release that leads to nowhere.

All the other things I am - they're too complicated. I can feel them lying in wait, planning their return.

Under the table, I crossed my legs so hard it hurt. I was using all the strength it would take to run away, only to stay still.

I didn't mean to fall in love with you. But it happened. And I can't erase it. I can't ignore it. I have lived my whole life like this, and you're the thing that has made me wish it could stop.

I will not let myself think that things are suddenly better. I will not let myself think that we've somehow escaped the us we always end up being. But at the same time, I will not deny what's happening. I will not deny this happiness. Because if happiness feels real, it almost doesn't matter if it's real or not.

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

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

The proper verb for depression is sink.

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.

i am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me. those seem to be the two choices. everything else is just killing time

doldrums, n. The proper verb for depression is sink.

Jest when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die.