Quotes About Struggle

I've never been on good terms with God, but now I'm becoming His intimate, for He is truly absolute and extremely legitimate.

This was his world, he said to himself, the sad, oppressive world that God had provided for him, and he was responsible to it.

God, the world is so f - ked up, and we all have to do something about it.

Some out of their own virtue make a god who sometimes later is a nuisance to them, a terror perhaps to them, a difficult thing to be forgetting.

God allows hardship in our lives so that our beliefs-those handholds of faith in a troubled world-will became more and more real to us and less and less theory.

When I got to L.A. I woke up and I was losing my voice because of the dry air. It was like, "Oh my god, this is going to be Joe's Pub all over again."

In agony or danger, no nature is atheist. The mind that knows not what to fly to, flies to God.

The path to God is rarely a steady climb upward. We climb, we fall back, and we climb higher again.

I got three letters today telling me that I'm god. Why can't I pay the rent?

Many of our troubles are God dragging us, and they would end if we would stand upon our feet and go whither He would have us go.

We have not yet reached the goal but.. we shall soon, with the help of God, be in sight of the day when poverty shall be banished from this nation.

All things that God would have us do are hard for us to do--remember that--and hence, he oftener commands us than endeavours to persuade.

That's the terrible part. I swear to God I'm a madman.

God is the God of the people who are at their wits end, who are right up against it with their backs to the wall, and He delights to come to our help when we need Him most.

I'd like you to know that I have forgiven him. Again and again. Once done, course, back comes the Enemy to persecute and persecute, and I must ante up to God and forgive yet again.

Don't worry, God understands,' Mom said. 'He knows that your father is a cross we must bear.

Redemption, transformation--God how she wanted these things. Every day, every minute. Didn't everyone?

Anybody who writes knows the horrible, wonderful, beautiful foulness that comes every week. A lot of moaning, screaming agony - "Oh my god, the deadline's coming."

Your mind is like, oh my God, I know this is wrong, but your body just gives in.

I am a woman, I make mistakes. I make them often. God has given me a talent and that's it.

I was drunk: Christian and drunk. They just don't go together. But that's what happened. And the next day, obviously God had honored those prayers and healed me of alcoholism.

God forbid Donald Trump gets elected president; think about how many people are going to get f**ked over or how much harder we're going to have to fight for equality.

Thank God when he oppresses you, and again when he releases you.

Always turn to God in the midst of your struggle and view people who offended you as an instruments of divine sovereignty.