Quotes About Struggle

Pain will pull you down. It will break you. And when you lose everything else, it will be the only thing that never lets you go. It's a bitch I don't like. Better to not let anyone get close, huh? Better to not let the pain inside. Better to put up your wall and block everyone else from touching your heart.

He had shit for timing, Aidan knew it. Shit for timing and he had no charm to speak of. When

Oh, angel, you need to be careful with me." She'd spent centuries being careful. What had that gotten her? Betrayal. Pain. This new half-life. "Because I could just eat you up…

You have to fight to live.

This house…she hated this house and all of the ghosts and pain that were trapped within its walls. Trapped, just as she was.

At first, you just want to live. To escape. That's all that matters.

No matter how omnipotent we think we are, we have damn little power to control our destinies.

But adulthood," continued the barely twentysomething, "doesn't give you power over what matters most. It doesn't protect you from pain, loss, fate. That's part of being human.

I)t's just as important to show the hard things in the world as it is to show the beautiful ones. Even in the midst of horrible things, there are little bits of wonder, and all of it's true.

All she had to do was tell the truth. This would be easy. I should've known, though. Real truth is never easy" -Lily

I read in desperate snatches in the interstices of the Quotidian, and dream of finding three uninterrupted quiet hours to think, moon, mentally maunder, and, above all, write. I am pursued by an anti-Muse; her name is Life. Her homely multisyllabic surname is often left unenunciated, but to certain initiates it may be whispered: Exigency.

I write in terror...I have to talk myself into bravery with every sentence, sometimes every syllable.

But he finally saw how pain caused one of two things: A reverence for life. Or killing. Both grew from the same seed.

folks in town already thought she was a few bricks shy of a full load.             "I'm working on it."  Though she couldn't see him, Will's voice was as familiar to her as his face had ever been. He had a beautiful voice: low, with a hint of gravel in the throat. Hearing it now, without the comfort of his physical presence, brought a hollow ache to

She couldn't get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn't get away.

But I'll tell you something else, too. Something I've learned, the hard way. I guess"—Gram laughed a little—"I'm the kind of person who has to learn things the hard way. You've got to hold on. Hold on to people. They can get away from you. It's not always going to be fun, but if you don't—hold on—then you lose them.

Dicey felt a great weight settle on her shoulders. She tried to shrug it off, but it wouldn't move.

You made a lot of mistakes, and you wrote a lot of crap. But it was all part of the learning process.

I do not know how to hold all the beauty and sorrow of my life.

Perhaps the story of the human race is best understood as a journey through particularly hazardous terrain, in the dark, in a not very well-serviced vehicle, with a succession of drivers of varying competence, in assorted states of inebreiation

There is no more somber enemy of good art than the pram in the hall.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives.

Imprisoned in every fat man a thin one is wildly signaling to be let out.

The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.