Quotes About Struggle

Satan will not ask you to carry a chair and sit with him, instead he will snatch the chair from your hands and dismantle your body with it.

A chatWith the Grim Reapershould be enough to scareaway any thought of relapse.Wish it were that easy, but not even days conversingwith death can disintegratethe claws of addiction.

It's only water, " she said."Tell that to a drowning man, " Giddon said.

Losing never come easy. First off, preserved the memories.

I'm sucking on a cancer stick trying to think of something inspiring to say to help someone have a better life. That's "Irony".

I'll never leave this Earth without a fight or at least pretend to for all of those in sight.

Either a man goes and hangs himself, and then he hangs sure enough, and he'll have his reasons for it, or else he goes on living and then he has only living to bother himself with. Simple enough.

I was created to be destroyed.

She listens to the delicate fluttering of sparrows' wings, tiny messengers. The sound reminds her of life - struggling, beating, rising, flying, and now dissolving into space.

life hurts a lot more than death

Life may suck but death is worse.

You can't kill me. Even if you could, you can't bring yourself to do it. You'll hesitate. Again.

DO you think it hurts to die?" Not as much as it hurts to live, Trixie thought.

There are things in this life that you must face alone. Birth is one of them-death is another.

The most basic elements of our life—our birth and our death—are out of our control. People spend a lifetime trying to control these things but it's impossible.

You know the life you have committed yourself to often ends in death.All life does.pg 217

Do you wrestle with dreams? Do you contend with shadows? Do you move in a kind of sleep? Time has slipped away. Your life is stolen. You tarried with trifles, Victim of your folly.

Malady of mortality

Poisons pain you Rivers are damp Acid stains you And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful Nooses give Gas smells awful You might as well live.

When fate's got it in for you there's no limit to what you may have to put up with.

St. Teresa of Avila described our life in this world as like a night in a second-class hotel.

Every day is a lie, he said. But you are dying. That is not a lie.

Having in my life been bitten by the jaws of both victory and defeat, I must rush to add that success is to failure as butter pecan ice cream is to death.

I think that people would like to, at all times, reject death and disease with technology.