Quotes About Struggle

I just don't understand any of it. I guess I've fought so hard to keep my life that I can't conceive of a situation where I'd voluntarily give it up.

He was a drunkard.

He began moving again, and I spoke after him under my breath in a voice he couldn't have possibly heard. "I wish I had as much faith in me as you do in me." But nonetheless, did. "So do I.

I look up at the clear and beautiful gray eyes, at the winning smile of youthful invincibility, at someone far more courageous and determined than I, and sometimes I make it through the entire story. But most of the time, I don't.

Alas, all that sound and fury disguised the fact that on Omaha Beach at least, the bombs fell too long, the rockets fell too short, and the naval gunfire was too brief.

Adversity may initially appear as the enemy, however somewhere along it's journey it will reappear in the form of a friend, bringing about positive personal change.

Empty in this dirt and flat on my back both hands gripped tightly and widely around my bare neck the truth of it all is i am very capable of love it's just that im not capable of letting you go and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes

Here she is at her kitchen table, fingering a jigsaw of thalidomide ginger, thinking about the arthritis in her hands.

The jery, impeded walk of a man stuck in a turnstile, admitted, and stuck in a turnstile, admitted, and stuck in a turnstile. He said it was rheumatoid arthritis. It looked as likely to be cancer of the prostrate metastatising to his hips.

Maybe it would be best," she said at last, "if you left the Devil alone in his hiding place.

Revelation addresses many issues that have not changed because human nature and God's character have remained constant. It

Sometimes people identified too strongly with the famous—it was one of the prices of notoriety, especially when so many considered you to be a hero. Batman sometimes filled much too large a hole in people's lives.

My world fell away from me. Agony stabbed my chest.

What kind of lousy world is this? Has it always been this way, or has the bottom fallen out of it in the past couple of days? Has it always been so unfair? What is it that tips the scales so? I don't understand it.

I wonder if I'll ever be without fear… Maybe it's not about being without it. Maybe it's about how well you walk with the weight.

There's this thing you're supposed to be part of in London. But what is it? That's the million-dollar question. Everyone's there because they're searching, aspiring. A very small percentage is actually living the dream. Ill, tired, unhappy, the rent is fucking loads, what is it you're getting? The idea of it, or something.

Living history is thrilling, especially in an eloquent city, in a talkative town, in a place where people fought to get here, fought to stay here, fought to get out.

Which is scarier-- lust or temptation?

We experience a discomfort that may be foreign to others, but that pain opens up a world of beauty. Wouldn't you think?

Underwater, we're drowning victims, struggling over and under each others' bodies. But above, we bob with the tide,undercurrents pulling us just far enough apart ,so that we're drifting parallel but not together.

The killing was the best part. It was the dying I couldn't take.

Charles Darwin's early academic record was so poor that his father predicted he would be a disgrace to his family.

Should Shakespeare have stayed home in Stratford-on-Avon to help rear his family and not have abandoned them for London, the city that made him?

But his sister, Nannerl, in a short biography in 1800, defended Mozart's memory, saying "It is certainly easy to understand that a great genius, who is preoccupied with the abundance of his own ideas, and who soars from earth to heaven with amazing speed, is extremely reluctant to lower himself to noticing and dealing with mundane affairs.