Quotes About Struggle

Without substantial institutional resources, it is difficult for long-term chronic users to figure out how to pass the time of day. They have to construct a new personal sense of meaning and dignity. Instead, they often fall back on their more familiar and persuasive righteous dopefiend ways of being in the world, and they seek out old drug-using friends and acquaintances.

The three things in life he'd wanted to avoid had all come to pass: "to wear eyeglasses, to lose my hair, and to become a refugee.

Life is not a success-only journey. You are going to get beat up along the way. And you've got to have the strength of character to get up and get back in the game.

I knew then and I know now that, when it comes to justice, there is no easy way to get it. You can't sugarcoat it. You have to take a stand and say, This is not right. —Claudette Colvin

Writing is like baseball: you fail two-thirds of the time.

I felt as if we were fighting something worse than Anne, some demon that possessed her, that possessed all of us Boleyns: ambition - the devil that had brought us to this little room and brought my sister to this insane distress and us to this savage battle.

She could no longer hear the birds. She tried to concentrate on the pain instead—old Moonscar had told her there was a way, somewhere, of using pain as a ladder to climb above pain. It was a very dark way…she could tell only that the blade seemed to be cutting an angle.

sister-victims of the patriarchy.

Wally Hatford, huh? , Caroline said to herself. Well, the Hatfords would soon find out they were no match for the Malloys.

Was Agent XOX to die a drowning death? You let go of her! came Eddie's voice, and suddenly Eddie had one arm, Beth the other, and they were pulling her the other way. Back and forth, back and forth. Secret Agent XOX was going to die a stretching death instead. Torn limb from limb.

This always happened. No matter how much Wally tried to stay out of trouble, he didn't.

We're dead," said Wally. "We are cooked! Fried!

Wally faced the front of the room again. When he and Caroline were not speaking, she drove him nuts. When he and Caroline were speaking, she drove him nuts. It was hopeless. He couldn't escape. His destiny was to be driven absolutely crazy by Caroline Malloy.

Pour moi, peindre un tableau c'est engager une action dramatique au cours de laquelle la réalité se trouve déchirée. Ce drame l'emporte sur toute autre considération. L'acte plastique n'est que secondaire, en ce qui me concerne. Ce qui compte, c'est le drame de l'acte lui-même, le moment où l'univers s'échappe pour rencontrer sa propre destruction

one is reminded, at a level deeper than all words, how making a living and making a life sometimes point in opposite directions.

Non era stato lui lo sconfitto, ma la giustizia: quella umana almeno, perchè in quella divina credeva e sperava fermamente. E lo disse al giudice: Vedrà,signor giudice! Quello che non ha potuto fare la legge, lo farà un'altra mano!

Myslím, že nejsem ani básník, ani spisovatel, ani umÄ›lec. Ale ?lovÄ›k, který nenaÅ¡el jiný zp?sob, jak z?stat ve styku s životem, jak se udržet nad hladinou. Psal jsem, jako se chytáme záchranného pásu.

One looks for some other words but the ideas are always just as dark, just as simple and singularly painful.

Without you, without your onslaughts, without your uprootings of us, we should remain all our lives inert, stagnant, puerile, ignorant both of ourselves and of God. You who batter us and then dress our wounds, you who resist us and yield to us, you who wreck and build, you who shackle and liberate, the sap of our souls, the hand of God, the flesh of Christ: it is you, matter, that I bless.

Grief is not necessarily any prettier than death, and the grief-stricken do not wander like lambs grateful for the shepherd's guidance. They can be more like wounded wolves, snapping at those who would help them.

A man is only the man he seems to be. Inside, where no one sees, he may be a mass of gnawing worms of doubt and ire and grief. ... No challenge is easy. The measure of the challenge a man rises to at need is the measure of the man.

There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought that you were.

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A hero is born among a hundred, a wise man is found among a thousand, but an accomplished one might not be found even among a hundred thousand men.