Quotes About Struggle

Not having God with you is like trying to walk normally on one leg; it twists you, it must.

If Satan can't make me fall away from God's grace, he will do everything he can to keep me from fully embracing God's grace. Satan wants me—and he wants you!—to be so constantly preoccupied with what we're not that we never get around to realizing all that God is.

The fact is, until we stop doubting God's goodness, we can't experience God's love.

Work. Like pain, I sensed that this was an experience I would want to avoid as often as possible.

The wind always brings us back to the same wall

Our lives are like these things I make. Turn 'em, build 'em, bake 'em in fire. That's what you've been, son. Baked and fired. But a pot don't have the right to choose whether he be for water, wine, or just left empty. You have, son. You have.

The battle of good and evil reduced to a fat woman standing in front of a chocolate shop, saying, Will I? Won't I? in pitiful indecision.

That's Catholicism for you. A perpetual war between repression and excess.

Sometimes survival is the worst alternative there is

He drank, for the same reason he wrote second-rate science fiction. Not to forget but to remember, to open the past and find himself there again. He opened each bottle, began each story with the secret conviction that here was the magic drought that would restore him. But magic, like wine, needs the right conditions in order to work.

Wild birds will kill exotic ones: the budgies and the lovebirds and the yellow canaries-- escaped from their cages and hoping to get a taste of the sky -- usually end up back on the ground, plucked raw by their more conformist cousins

The serpent eating itself, tail-first. We live to repeat the same mistakes, to push away the ones we love, to move on when we want to stay, to wait in silence when we should speak. In the life we have chosen to lead, loss is the only constant. Loss, that eats up everything – like the snake, even itself.

Weeds and wheat cannot grow peacefully together. Any gardener could tell you the same thing.

Why can't they see, mon père? Why can't they see what the woman is doing to us? Breaking down our community spirit, our sense of purpose. playing on what is worst and weakest in the secret heart. Earning for herself a kind of affection, of loyalty that - God help me! - I am weak enough to covet.

What is it that the slave dreams? The slave dreams of being the master.

A devil doesn't act through evil, but through weakness...

The past is an obdurate stranger that puts as many marks on us as we attempt to impose on it.

LaimÄ—. Paprasta kaip stiklinÄ— Å¡okolado, arba kankinanti kaip Å¡irdis. Karti. Saldi. Gyva.

To be a woman, I have learnt, is to be the constant recipient of unwanted pieces of male advice.

Os instantes do Diabo intercalavam-se nos minutos de Deus, e o relógio foi assim marcando alternativamente a minha perdição e a minha salvação.

Escapei ao agregado, escapei a minha mãe não indo ao quarto dela, mas não escapei a mim mesmo. Corri ao meu quarto, e entrei atrás de mim. Eu falava-me, eu perseguia-me, eu atirava-me à cama, e rolava comigo, e chorava, e abafava os soluços com a ponta do lençol.

Three women were missing; one of them, another old friend. It appeared that death haunted her like a bloodhound. First, Ryan. Now, Becky. Although they weren't the same degree of friendship with her, they were threads woven into the fabric of her life. Without them, the material snagged, weakening her structure and threatening to unravel her life

Let me tell you something straight off. This is a love story, but not like any you've ever heard. The boy and the girl are far from innocent. Dear lives are lost. And good doesn't win.

Peter loves to make promises. He has the best intentions of keeping them. It makes it worse, somehow, that he doesn't know how to. He thinks he's a nice boy, that's the worst part.