Quotes About Struggle

Prison always has been a good place for writers, killing, as it does, the twin demons of mobility and diversion

Its hard to die. Harder to live

If you pit a good employee against a bad system, the system will win almost every time" (Rummler and Brache, 1995, p. 75).

Breton considered suicide the truest art, though life seemed hardly worth the trouble to discard.

Do you feel like you've been through a meat grinder or just tumbled around in a cement mixer?

Quickly, Ian learned the danger of holding her. Once he allowed his arm around her, letting her go was nearly impossible.

Guilt was a living, breathing thing. Guilt could tie you tighter than ropes, and he should know. He had extensive experience with both. He'd been the captive of a madman, along with Jess, for three days that had felt like an eternity. Then, this past year, he'd been a POW in Afghanistan, the prisoner of insurgents, for six torturous months. Yet it had been the three days with Jess that had broken him in ways the insurgents could never accomplish.

He scissored his legs, pulled hers out from under her, and brought her to the ground. Then, on some stupid impulse, he rolled on top of her to immobilize her, like he would have with an enemy combatant. She stared up at him, wide-eyed, her long hair spread over the carpet of autumn leaves. She was soft against all his hard places. "Maybe I could get into this one-with-nature business.

What anger wants, it buys at the price of soul.

Her hand jerked, leaving an angry slash in the middle of the canvas. A headache drummed to life in the back of her skull. It's not going to happen today. She ignored the shiver that skipped down her spine. This is a normal day. I'm painting a normal composition. But it was too late. It was happening already. She squeezed her eyes shut against the images flooding her brain, but no resistance would help now. She couldn't escape.

Her father didn't know the half of her problems. Nobody did. Nobody ever would. She couldn't let anyone find out just how crazy she was, the secret she kept. She would fight her way out of that dark hole somehow. She had to, or it would swallow her for good.

I'm tired of hurting, Lord. I'm tired of being scared. I'm tired of losing.

There was just something about the guy, the way he struggled with his faith, yearned to do the right thing in spire of the flaws that got in his way, that made her want to kiss him again~ Shelby Arroyo

After his train wreck of a life, he wasn't sure anything he did would be valued by God.

The Lord gets his best soldiers out of the highlands of affliction.

He and God weren't friends anymore.

And now that blood had been spilled, he understood it wouldn't end until one of them was on the ground.

But the expression that just past over her face said it all. Anita was trying to forget something dreadful, something that just kept on pushing itself to the surface of her mind no matter what she did.

He pursued a lifetime of abuse that could only come from a warped relationship with the future.

At the moment developing a nice little inoffensive cancer somewhere on dry land seemed infinitely preferable to what she was grimly convinced was soon to be her death by drowning way too far out at sea.

My professional dreams were coming true while I was living a personal nightmare.

I'm glad that my parents missed one thing that was really unbelievable. They saw me hit this great success. It was a blast and we had a lot of laughs. And it was just an amazing time. They passed away. And then after I got, you know, famous, all these haters came out of nowhere.

Someone came into the room. She heard footsteps, sensed someone looming over her, peeling back the sheet to take her pulse and check the bandage. "She may not make it, sir." "She damn well will make it if I have to cross into the hereafter and drag her back!

Your behavior warrants a treatment all its own, and if you don't stop your damned struggling, I can assure you you're going to get it.