Quotes About Struggle

You start with a darkness to move through but sometimes the darkness moves through you.

You are made of bent coat hangers, honey, gravel, epoxy and handstands. I am made of lying on the floor, the same song on repeat.

I don't believe in writer's block, writing well is very easy; it's writing horribly, the horrible work necessary to do to get to writing well, that is so difficult one may just not be willing to do it.

we all lose a stitch now and then. Just like life, don´t you think?

Isn't that the way life goes? Just when everything seems perfect and nothing could possibly go wrong, then, boom, you're tossed onto your butt, wondering what in the name of heaven happened.

She clung to life, not for herself, but for Julia's sake. It hurt her to know Ruth was in pain. Why did those who were good always have to suffer?

Each one of us hauled rocks on our backs, some larger than others, I realized. Some people had grown so accustomed to the extra weight that they no longer seemed aware of the baggage.

love. "In time you'll know joy again." Joy? I wanted to argue with him. It didn't seem likely or even possible. One doesn't heal from this kind of pain. I remembered how my family and friends had struggled to find the right words to comfort me. But there are no words Ã¢â'¬Â¦ there simply are no words.

There was a certain comfort in denial. This fragile peace with her consciousness had to be maintained at all costs. Ignored and buried.

It was the sad you get when your dreams are almost there…and then they're obliterated.

People from all over asked him what he'd found the hardest.

I fear Monica's steeped in the juices of her own self-righteousness. She struggles to be good under her own power and ignores all the help made available to her through faith.

Jason had tried to reach their father through the construction company that employed him, but he'd learned nothing concrete.

Now I know how deep my anger can cut…and I wish to hell I didn't.

giving up smoking was difficult.

Maryanne was much too furious to stand still. She paced her living room from one end to the other, her mind spitting and churning. A slow painful death was too good for Nolan Adams.

You do have a choice in how your life plays out. Some of you are fighting your present situation and making no more progress than someone fighting quicksand. You fight your husband, and every verbal punch you land leaves a bruise on you as well. It is time to stop struggling in strife, bitterness, frustration, and disappointment. You are about to read God's plan for a joyful marriage. It

even if a perfect system could be designed, it would still have to operate in an imperfect world.

We and all the others and everyone—regardless of the lives we'd led, and more than anything else, and beyond the agonies and dangers that attend every act and action of ours in this life, we all wanted to live. And that desire, if not the result, is something to think about.

If I've learned anything in the twenty-five years that have transpired between graduation and today it is this: I am stronger than I thought I was and weaker than I'd hoped to be, and in between those two extremes is a little thing called life.

What does it mean, all these tiny actions, these hidden secrets, these fragile humans with their hardships and friendships and fuckships that survive the slog-sprint through time? Don't you all realize? We all end up dust.

How unhappy does one have to be before living seems worse than dying?

I'm sure we all have dreams of leaving at some time in our lives, but when we reach the bottom, most of us go running home.

Interpretar un alma torturada sobre el escenario era más fácil para Ian sin el ojo vigilante de la mujer que lavaba su ropa interior.