Quotes About Struggle

Why did you stick me in self-deprecating bones and skin; do you hate me?

This is what I am. I have periods of enormous self-destructive depression, where I go completely off my trolley and lose all sight of reality and reason.

If one looks with a cold eye at the mess man has made of history, it is difficult to avoid the conclusion that he has been afflicted by some built-in mental disorder which drives him towards self-destruction

There are seeds of self-destruction in all of us that will bear only unhappiness if allowed to grow.

Most people struggle with life balance simply because they haven't paid the price to decide what is really important to them.

The greater the artist, the greater the doubt. Perfect confidence is granted to the less talented as a consolation prize.

Most of the shadows of this life are caused by standing in one's own sunshine.

I've gone through stages where I hate my body so much that I won't even wear shorts and a bra in my house because if I pass a mirror, that's the end of my day.

One enemy is too much.

The attempt to force human beings to despise themselves is what I call hell.

The pain is there to remind me that I'm still alive.

Real cutters dont cut for attention or for the pain, real cutters cut for the satisfaction of being in control something.

A broken mirror a bleeding fist a silver blade against a wrist tears falling down to lips un-kissed, she's not the kind you'll come to miss.

She cuts herself. Never too deep, never enough to die. But enough to feel the pain. Enough to feel the scream inside.

To be a warrior is not a simple matter of wishing to be one. It is rather an endless struggle that will go on to the very last moment of our lives. Nobody is born a warrior, in exactly the same way that nobody is born an average man. We make ourselves into one or the other.

Ever been so high that you wanna kill yourself? Dude, you haven't lived...Until you wanna die.

What poison is to food, self-pity is to life.

Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

We have the wolf by the ears, and we can neither hold him, nor safely let him go. Justice is in one scale, and self-preservation in the other.

If I have lost confidence in myself, I have the universe against me.

When the fight begins within himself, a man's worth something.

I am learning that criticism is not nearly as effective as sabotage.

A person's worst enemy can't wish on him what he can think up himself.

How much easier is self-sacrifice than self-realization!