Quotes About Struggle

I kept hoping, silently, that you would want to save her like you hadn't been able to save yourself.

Maybe bad things happen because it's the only we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look lie.

if there is a garden of maybes, you are the invasive plant I can't ever get rid of.

You can't create life in a place that's dying by degrees.

people who have been backed into a corner will do anything to fight their way to the center again.

It's funny how when you are dying, you still fight for the upper hand. You want to pick the terms; you want to choose the date. You'll tell yourself anything you have to, to pretend that you're still the one in control.

I've thought a lot about it: how you can ricochet from a moment where you are on top of the world to one where you are crawling at rock bottom. I've thought about all the things I could have done differently, and if it would have led to another outcome. But thinking doesn't change anything, does it?

In so many ways my entire career has been about untangling the knots that society tangles itself in as we futilely attempt to separate the us from the them.

It doesn't take a whole long life to realize that what we deserve to have, we rarely get.

It is a strange thing, being suddenly motherless. It's like losing a rudder that was keeping me on course, one that I never paid much mind to before now. Who will teach me how to parent, how to deal with the unkindness of strangers, how to be humble? You already did, I realize.

It is very hard to believe you when I'm trying so hard to pretend it never happened.

The problem is that anchors don't just keep you from floating away. Sometimes, they drag you down.

Well, I had the other problem, I told him. I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in. What happened then? What else, I said. It broke.

I'm the kind of person you want to kill.

His biggest fear was that if and when he did find his missing daughter, she would no longer recognize who he had become in order to save her.

If she was getting anywhere on this journey, it was still the wrong way.

I am angry at myself, at the world, but because it is easier, I lash out at him.

What do parents look like? You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he's really just hoping he makes it all the way across? Like that.

Having to face him at a competency hearing is like getting to hell and finding out that the only food available is raw liver-insult added to injury.

He] has always been my anchor. The problem is that anchors don't just keep you from floating away. Sometimes, they drag you down.

Lately I've been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.

I thought I knew this world. I thought I could control it. But just when you think you've got your life by the reins, that's when it's most likely to run away from you.

There were entire days where I did nothing but cry; others where I felt like I'd swallowed a lead plate; some more where I worked really hard at going through the motions of getting dressed and making my bed and studying my vocab words because it was easier than doing anything else.

My eyes are swollen shut. The sun rises. I don't.