Quotes About Struggle

There are always sides. There is always a winner, and a loser. For every person who gets, there's someone who must give.

There are always sides. There is always a winner, and a loser. For every person who gets, there's someone who must give.

My scholar, my serious, sweet boy, is now a rebel—holed up in his room listening to music so loud it makes the walls shake or texting friends I did not know he had; coming home past curfew smelling of hard liquor and weed. I have fought, I have cried, and now, I am not sure what else to do. The whole train of our lives is in the process of derailing; this is only one of the cars skidding off the tracks.

But let's be real. When you've already failed at killing yourself, anything else you might screw up seems minor.

On the other side of the curtain, two separate wars were being fought. One was to save the life of a women who'd been beaten to near death by her husband. The other was to allow her child to have any kind of a life at all.

No se puede luchar contra la injusticia del destino. Lo único que se puede hacer es sufrirla y esperar un mañana diferente.

Inside each of us is a monster; inside each of us is a saint.

What if the puzzle of the world was a shape you didn't fit into? And the only way to survive was to mutilate yourself, carve away your corners, sand yourself down, modify yourself to fit?

When he kissed me, it was with the desperation of a man who is trying to save himself.

It's funny, how fast life changes. One minute you are present, and the next, you might find yourself futilely trying to get back to the world you were once part of. You might find yourself looking for people who can no longer hear you. You are in the world, but not of it.

If you ask me who Ruth Jefferson was a month ago, I would have said she's a good nurse, and she's a good mother. But now I have people telling me I wasn't a good nurse. And if I can't put a casserole on the table and cloth on your back, then I have to second guess myself as a mother too. If you don't let me do this, if you don't let me take care of you, then I don't know who i'm suppose to be anymore.

Bad things happen to good people every day." —

My sister likes to play the victim. We've had some pretty heated exchanges about that before. If you don't want to be seen as a stereotype, then the way I see it, don't be one. But to my sister, that means playing a white man's game, and being who they want her to be, instead of being unapologetically herself.

not for the first time I think that someone's enterprising idea of therapy is another person's frustrated hell.

getting what you want isn't instant gratification. It's a slow pulling apart, a realignment of bones and sinew. There are aches involved. There is bruising.

There are the ones who believe, and the ones who don't, and caught in the space between them are guns.

kids are more like us than we think: damaged, through and through. *

Il fuoco è bello da vedere. Mentre brucia, ipnotizza lo sguardo. Se riesci a contenerlo, ti fa luce e ti riscalda. Soltanto se ne perdi il controllo devi passare alla controffensiva.

The village, without bread, grew bitter. There was nothing to break at the table with family, to digest over conversation.

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them. 'Then why are you here?

She spent the rest of her time holding on to whatever scraps she had left.

The feeling that she was going to explode, that she was too big for her own skin.

But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

She had pictured suicide as a final statement, a fuck you to the people who hadn't understood how hard it was for her to be the Josie they wanted her to be.