Quotes About Struggle

They say time heals. I think that's bullshit, I think time does nothing. It only heals if the person wants it to. I've seen time, in the hands of a sick person, make situations worse. They ruminate and brood and turn a minor event into a catastrophe, given enough time.

Living in the wreckage of her future sure took the joy out of the present. The only comfort was that almost none of her fears had come true.

Much missed by… Why were there no words that felt? Words that when you touched them you'd feel what was intended? The chasm left by the loss of Madeleine? The lump in the throat that fizzed and ached. The terror of falling asleep knowing that on waking she'd relive the loss, like Prometheus bound and tormented each day. Everything had changed. Even her grammar. Suddenly she lived in the past tense. And the singular.

Some cracks let the light in. Some let the darkness out.

A Scotch, please, Marie,' said Ruth, suddenly deflating and sinking back into the chair. 'I'm sorry. Forgive me.' She sounded to Gamache like someone used to apologising. 'I suppose I could blame Jane's death for my poor behavior, but as you'll discover, I'm just like this. I have no talent for choosing my battles. Life seems, strangely, like a battle to me. The whole thing.

And the enemy you'll be fighting is yourself.

i will not have him in my brain;there is no room for anyone else in the cakeshop of agony. it's crowded enough in there already.

Overslept and had to race to get a life to Jas's with my dad. No time for yoga or makeup. Oh well, I'll start tomorrow. God alone knows how the Dalai Lama copes on a daily basis. He must get up at dawn. Actually, I read somewhere that he does get up at dawn.

I can't believe the poo-osity of my life!

I am abandoned on the ship of life." "I know." "Jas, you are not really cheering me up." "Well, I know and that is because there is really nothing to be cheerful about; I would hate to be you." in

Now here he was, drunk and sober at the same time. Each half of him disgusted at the other.

The sadness of the world has different ways of getting to people, but it seems to succeed almost every time.

My trouble is insomnia. If I had always slept properly, I'd never have written a line.

The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I've never been really right in the head.

When it becomes really impossible to get away and sleep, then the will to live evaporates of its own accord.

There's a point of poverty at which the spirit isn't with the body all the time. It finds the body really too unbearable. So it's almost as if you were talking to the soul itself. And a soul's not properly responsible.

I think how the world is still somehow beautiful even when I feel no joy at being alive within it.

In my heart I know the truth, but my mind cannot accept the reality of what this all means.

Why are they doing this, Pa?" Kim asks. "Because they are destroyers of things.

On previous trips the pirates have stolen valuables, killed people, raped and abducted girls...the women work frantically to ugly themselves up by smearing black charcoal paste on their faces and bodies. With ashen faces, some of the younger, prettier girls reach into the bags we have vomited into and scoop out handfuls of it to smear on their hair and clothes.

This is what the war has done to me. Now I want to destroy because of it. There is such hate and rage inside me now. The Angkar has taught me to hate so deeply that I now know I have the power to destroy and kill.

Dear gods, Pa is a very devout Buddhist. Please help my Pa return home. He is not mean and does not like to hurt other people. Help him return and I will do anything you say. I will devote my entire life to you. I will believe you always. If you cannot bring Pa home to us, please make sure they don't hurt him, or please make sure Pa dies a quick death.

I am perfectly confident that I could never adequately convey to any other human being the precise reasons why I continue to refrain from suicide--the reasons, that is, why I still find existence enough of a compensation to atone for its dominantly burthensome quality.

It's really a lot easier to write about things that are problematic. Who wants to hear how happy you are?