Quotes About Struggle

restaurant," she joked. Caleb Vaughn was a lieutenant with the Philadelphia Special Victims Unit. They had met on a case in which Anita—and eventually Jocelyn, in her quest to find Anita's assailant—had been attacked. They were both single parents and had fallen pretty fast for each other. It had been two years, and they were trying to take the next step—moving in together.

Dale forced me the two steps to the truck and pushed me into the drivers' seat. The moment he started around to the passenger's side I got out and ran. He caught up with me easily and with the barrel of the gun drew me back to the truck. We did that dance three times before he figured out to push me in through the passenger's side

We are two messed-up people destined to destroy each other, but I can't walk away. No. Can't isn't the issue. I simply don't want to.

He pulls the door shut behind him and drags me against him, murmuring softly, "I understand why you left. I understand everything." I cling to him, holding on for what feels like dear life. "I should have told you." "You would have." He pulls back to look at me. "When you were ready. We all have to deal with our inner demons in our own way, in our own time.

I try to fight what I am feeling but his words play in my head. Anytime soon. Eventually he will leave. We need each other right now, I tell myself, two broken people who have connected in the depths of all our fucked-upness. I wonder why it feels that it isn't enough when only days ago it was exactly what I wanted.

I'm angry at Chris. I'm hurt. "Well, you know what I fear? This is my fear. This moment when, once again, you shut me out and I'm alone. If you were going to leave me alone, you should have walked away before now, when I still knew how to breathe without you.

Mark's navigating dark and stormy waters, and I'm either going to pull him out, or drown with him. I don't know which.

He is an addiction, and addictions are never good for you. He's taking me deeper into his world, deeper into his dark desires, but I'm never able to get behind the physical aspect of our relationship. I just lose more of who I am.

You don't drag someone you love into that kind of hell, and play the kinds of games he did with her mind and body. You climb out of hell to be with them.

her, she's become such a part of my life that no matter how I fight it, or her, she's in my blood—a part of why I exist. Yet so is Rebecca. I don't understand it, and I do not like things that I don't understand.

That must have been devastating." "At the time, yes," I admit, "but it helped me become me. We grow with every mountain we climbed. Even the ones that we fall down." "Even those we fall down," she says softly, almost to herself. She flicks me a look. "I think falling down is better than not climbing.

Like you do," I say. "You help people, Chris, and I love that about you. You're helping Mark even though he doesn't deserve it from you." "I've found that in life, the times we need help are often the times we deserve it the least." "Sometimes people like Rebecca deserve it and they never have it.

No I have not," Nelson bites out, irritation in his voice. "She's devastated by all of this." "And so she ran off to Vermont and left you to be devastated alone," Elsa rebuttals. "Such love.

Broken" from the band Life-house fills the room, because Chris doesn't know how personal it is to me. I'm falling apart. I'm barely breathing. I'm barely holding on to you. This song, this place with the words, and I am raw

I realize we can destroy ourselves in ways so deep we'll never return to the place we were before we started the destruction" - Valentine

I guess this thing we call faith is a climb. I always wanted to think of it as a big slide straight into the arms of God who waits at the bottom to catch us. But instead, He's a God who's on top of things - & like any mountain you climb, the closer we get to Him, the steeper the terrain.

I've never heard anyone come back from downtown Baltimore waxing poetic about the authenticity of poverty.

Gus, its never too late for redemption. The scars never run too deep, so deep that God is not there." "I should know this. I minister to scarred people everyday. It just feels impossible when the scars are your own, or are those of the person you wronged so fully" "It feels different when its you" "Why is it the good you do seems like a drop in the bucket but the evil spreads for miles & miles

Sometimes there's no way amends can be made, mangled piles of frayed rope retwined. Sometimes life must remain fragile ... and sometimes forgiveness, while always sought, cannot be achieved, amends cannot be made.

Nah. I'm a tough cookie. Except for the cancer, I'm fine.

You need somebody to stand up for you. You're the little guy, you just don't realize it yet. The Commonwealth has all the aces, and you don't even know you're playing cards.

I'm neither your friend nor your frenemy, unless you have what I want. In that case, I'm not only your enemy, I'm your nightmare.

We're told that men are strong & brave, but I think women know how to endure, accept defeat & bear physical & mental agony much better than men.

How can we not create a fantasy in our minds when the reality is so hard?