Quotes About Struggle

My father had been buried for a month when my mother came back to claim me. She returned as somebody even I didn't recognize—a spirit barely alive imprisoned in her body, a husk. When we returned home, I mourned as much for the loss of my mother as I did for my father. Even then her shoulders had started to slump in surrender. Her skin had begun to wrinkle.

The hardest part was when I was in high school not having a job and always being broke. I had to get to auditions without a car. I either took the bus or walked.

We may not imagine how our lives could be more frustrating and complex--but Congress can.

Our Not Yet body of glory grows out of our Now body of struggle.

He had so many irons in the fire that he was never able to forge any single one into a weapon with which to conquer his world.

Some people think we don't have the rightTo say it's my countryBefore they give in they'd rather fuss and fightThan say it's my countryI've paid three hundred years or moreOf slave-driving sweat and welts on my backThis is my country

Later on, when I tried to imagine how I might have ruined things, that would occur to me - that I'd so rarely resisted, that I hadn't made it hard enough for him. Maybe it was like gathering your strength and hurling your body against a door you believe to be locked, and then the door opens easily - it wasn't locked at all - and you're standing looking into the room, trying to remember what it was you thought you wanted.

It's hard to believe the old saying that "things happen for a reason" when the things happening to you are god-awful and you just want them to be over with. No matter how I looked at it, I just couldn't wrap my head around the idea that this had happened for some reason that made any sense.

Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief.

It's hard to get rid of vampires. You have to drag them into the light. -Cynthia D. Grant, Uncle Vampire

Right now, it felt like there was nowhere for his thoughts to alight that wasn't rife with land mines of regret or anger or guilt.

They'd fallen into their old ways, accusatory and evasive, which was reassuring in a perverted way. Leo understood the nasty pull of the regrettable familiar, how the old grooves could be so much more satisfying than the looming unknown. It's addicts stayed addicts.

In the coming weeks, he would spend a lot of time trying to unpack that moment, not understanding himself how years of commitment and love and tolerance could just vanish. But they did.

Sometimes the dreams clung to Bea all day, leaving her unsettled and jittery, gloomy. Like today.

Decades of behavioral blunders and ill-conceived marriages and businesses run amok had left next to nothing by the time Leonard was in high school. He'd wangled himself an engineering scholarship to Cornell and then a job with Dow Chemical during a time he referred to, reverently, as the Dawn of the Absorbency Revolution.

But sometimes, the things you wanted most were the things that would destroy you.

A war was coming. No, it had already started. Vampires versus demons. Demons versus wolves. The enemy of my enemy… Is my husband.

There is no growth without pain. No life without suffering.

I've been dying to know," he said again, "how you taste." Oh, hell. Her right hand grabbed the back of his head, and she yanked him down toward her. Their mouths met. Open. Ready. Lips kissed. Tongues licked. And—damn! Yes, she wanted. The control she'd held so tightly began to crack. She jerked in her seat, struggling to press against him. He took her mouth. Tasted her. Tormented her. And she met him. No, she fought him, fought him for more.

Because he'd learned as a child that the ones in this world who were really strong, they knew how to fear—and how to keep going even when that fear rose like a howling beast inside.

LOST . . . the Last Option Search Team.

He felt like she was breaking him.

Sometimes, people need hope in order to get them through the day.

How many bad things can happen to a person..." Lewis asked, musing, "before they start to lose their soul?