Quotes About Struggle

The last twenty years had not been kind to him. He looked beaten by time, shrunken by care- and glad to be gone.

He said that we of the hidden had our burdens, but those who lived in the open carried far heavier burdens than ours, which was true.

Not immediately able to proceed, I stood there, inexpressibly grateful that my life, for all its terrors, is so filled with moments of grace.

Desperation is energized despair, and despair is the abandonment of hope.

To do...what you feel sure is right and in the aid of justice, you sometimes have to do things that...make you wonder if in fact you are the good man that you like to believe you are.

Nothing I could say or do would help her. Life is hard in a world gone wrong.

To have your life blow up four times before you're thirty would take something out of anyone, and I think it drained from my mom just enough hope that she never quite built her confidence back to what it once had been.

CHANGE ISN'T EASY, Micky. Changing the way you live means changing how you think. Changing how you think means changing what you believe about life. That's hard, sweetie. When we make our own misery, we sometimes cling to it even when we want so bad to change, because the misery is something we know. The misery is comfortable.

I am my own worst enemy. This, more than any other trait, proves my fundamental humanity.

The stairs creaked. They always creaked when creaking could lead to your death, and they never creaked when creaking didn't matter. The universe is anthropic, meaning that its design makes possible and sustains intelligent life, especially human beings. Nevertheless, I perceive some power, some presence, some adversary behind the scenes that by countless devices subtle or blunt seeks to destroy us.

When my wits fail me, I resort to self-deception.

Well," he said, "you can either do the wrong thing and let a loss like that destroy you, or you can do the right thing and be properly grateful for all that came before the loss. Grief should drive you to your knees, but if you stay there forever, you're saying you know better than God how the world should work. And you don't.

because those who cower forget how to stand and, in time, can only crawl.

Every failure hollows out my heart a little further, and no success is able to refill any of that emptiness.

Hands of Mercy and tanks of hell.

Darkness doesn't fall at a predictable schedule. Darkness can overwhelm you any time of the day, as you know well.

It's a beautiful, terrible, world, isn't it?

Life is hard in a world gone wrong.

Sometimes I am hampered by having a moral code, but I have it nonetheless, like a burr under the brain, with no way to pluck it out.

In this beautiful but hard world, fate spared no species.

The chief characteristics of my childhood were an aching loneliness and the daily struggle to avoid a bleakness of spirit that unrelieved loneliness can foment.

The cataract of grief is a longer drop than Niagara, and I guess I've not reached the river of acceptance at the bottom.

We are coming now to dark shoals in rough waters, to straits so narrow that virtue and wickedness voyage close together and may be at times more difficult than usual to differentiate from each other.

His love life was about as romantic as an arm-wrestling contest. He was self-aware enough to know that he—not the women—was the problem, but he didn't know how to fix himself.