Quotes About Struggle

the line from Ruth's poem. Who hurt you once, so far beyond repair?

What happened when you gave in to temptation. When you listened to the fallen angels of your nature.

no easy words of comfort. To do that would be to simply comfort themselves. What Monsieur Béliveau needed was to feel bad. And then he'd feel better. Now,

in her Montreal office the day a batch of rejection letters arrived, ripping them into pieces and dropping them on the floor for the hired help to clean up. 'This world is messed up, I tell you. People are cruel and insensitive, they're out to screw each other. There's no love or compassion. This', she sliced her book violently in the air like an ancient mythical hammer, heading for an unforgiving anvil, 'will teach

But when does the lifeboat become the prison ship? When does the drug start working against you? Had her beloved, gentle, wounded husband escaped too far?

Those girls over there all think they have it bad.' 'But wait 'til menopause,' confirmed Myrna.

Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh.

I was miserable and making everyone around me miserable.

The bishop-that-burneth.

But the woman he knew and loved had been swallowed up. Like Jonah. Her white whale of sorrow and loss in an ocean of body fluid.

He'd once heard a judge say the most humane way to execute a prisoner was to tell him he was free. Then kill him. Gamache had struggled against that, argued against it, railed against it. Then finally, exhausted, had come to believe it.

Knowledge wasn't always power. Sometimes it was crippling.

Having known many artists in his life, especially through Clara, he'd grown to realize they were often not the most stable, or house-trained, individuals.

They need to fight their way out of the cocoon. It builds their wings and muscles. It's the struggle that saves them. Without it they're crippled. If you help an emperor moth, you kill it.

intensity, as though trying to place

The vast majority of troubled people don't get it. The fault is here, but so is the solution. That's the grace.

Lying all night, holding Clara, he'd dared to hope that the worst was over. That maybe the grief, while still there, would today allow some of his wife to be present. But the woman he knew and loved had been swallowed up. Like Jonah.

Lying all night, holding Clara, he'd dared to hope that the worst was over. That maybe the grief, while still there, would today allow some of his wife to be present. But the woman he knew and loved had been swallowed up. Like Jonah. Her white whale of sorrow and loss in an ocean of body fluid.

As they walked up the hill, their breaths puffing into the crisp air, Émile glanced at Armand, Henri walking at his side. Did he seem better? Was he getting better? Émile thought so, but he also knew it was the internal injuries that did the most damage. The worst was always hidden.

Told them to have more and more babies. Kept them pregnant and poor and ignorant.

He was far beyond his depth, in his sea of glory," said Gamache.

Or worse, dwell in it. Take up residence in the tragedies, the pain. The hurt. To make a home in hell.

When people are really depressed, they don't have the energy to kill themselves," said Myrna, who had once been a therapist in Montreal. "But as soon as they start feeling a little better, their energy comes back. They're still depressed, but now they can act.

Sometimes the only way up is down.