Quotes About Struggle

so many of the things we struggle with as human beings are not unique to our generation. There are lessons to be learned from those who've wandered these paths before us.

Again, I feel the tug-of-war between my own feelings and the hopes and plans my family has always held for me. The plans I always thought I held for myself.

I wished it were that simple... just read a map and suddenly we would know where we were meant to end up and how to get there. But growing up is never that easy, no matter what age you are.

When the mind's been lost from the body, it can't always find the way home.

In my multifold years of life, I have learned that most people get along as best they can. They don't intend to hurt anyone. It is merely a terrible by-product of surviving

Hardship finds its way into every life. It's just much easier to see our own than other people's.

How can God allow such abominations to flourish unchecked in this world? The answer came in a question, Ruby. God, in reply, asked, "How can you?

most people get along as best they can. They don't intend to hurt anyone. It is merely a terrible by-product of surviving.

Conscience is a formidable and determined adversary. By nature, it strikes the weakest point in a man's reasoning.

I have learned that most people get along as best they can. They don't intend to hurt anyone. It is merely a terrible by-product of surviving. It isn't her fault, all that comes to pass after that one final, merciless push.

When I listened to the lady telling her story, I could relate to not being welcome someplace. I liked the idea that God might take that very thing that stunk the worst about your life and change it around into something good.

Life is the messy bits.

One by one, drops fell from her eyes like they were on an assembly line - gather, fall, slide...gather, fall, slide...each one commemorating something she had lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.

Gay people are the sweetest, kindest, most artistic, warmest and most thoughtful people in the world. And since the beginning of time all they've ever been is kicked.

It was a way out of poverty. It was a way to success. It was a way to education. And it was a way to a brighter day for me.

I can't ever remember anyone winning a tournament like that.

We can endure neither our evils nor their cures.

But, no one can tell without cease our human story, and so we lose, lose

Sooner of later, God will again bear out that semblance He makes of me each day. He'll knead, fold, punch, pull, mark, smudge, erase, and tear away. Sometimes it feels like love. And makes me tremble. Sometimes it hurts like death. And makes me shake.

The good boy hugs a bag of peaches his father has entrusted to him. Now he follows his father, who carries a bagful in each arm. See the look on the boy's face as his father moves faster and farther ahead, while his own steps flag, and his arms grow weak, as he labors under the weight of peaches.

sometimes in the midst of the worst pain, it's hard to hear the truth. Sometimes when the pain is too loud, all we can hear is the person crying with us. And that sounds a lot like love.

Full-time, not a semi-mer like me.

It appears that very few women can just move through the end of a friendship, without a struggle. Most appear to need to consciously put together a game plan to recover from the breakup and help them to move on. Terry Miller Shannon, a journalist, writes in an article titled "Friends Forever?": "If you're not the one ending the friendship, it feels like an elephant stomped your heart into a billion bleeding pieces.

It was the first time many of the women had spent time in a bonafide workplace apart from a classroom, and they discovered what workplaces are and have been since the dawn of time: places where one is annoyed and thwarted and underpaid and interrupted and under appreciated.