Quotes About Struggle

I wish," she continued, turning back to herself, "that there was a path of words I could walk down and they would lead me into a grotto pool where I could re-purify myself and return to the girl I was. But there isn't a path, or even a girl. She's gone, and I'm stuck trying to invent who I want to be, and I'm finding that figuring out who I want to be is so much harder than just being who I was when I was a little kid.

When it came to my heart I felt everything okay, but when I tried to express my feelings the words came out of me like invisible ink.

I'd slink back to my room and curl up on the bed like a fish-hook and cry until I was rusty.

Don't ever go to war. Even if you win, the battle is never over inside you.

You can't do anything for a person who is stuck between being happy and being miserable. All you can do is get trapped in the middle, and anyone in the middle just gets squished.' -Grandma

The heart never fits the journey. Always one ends first.

Doing Poetry Poem, you sonofabitch, it's bad enough that I embarrass myself working so hard to get it right even a little, and that little grudging and awkward. But it's afterwards I resent, when the sweet sure should hold me like a trout in the bright summer stream. There should be at least briefly access to your glamour and tenderness. But there's always this same old dissatisfaction instead.

As sworn enemies, bacteria and viruses have been duking it out for billions of years

However, if one reads the verses carefully, I believe that it tells of how Job's soul - the bitter, angry part which wanted to curse God - was wrenched from him and became a being of its own.

You mean the nobility of war, sir? The strength of our purpose and all that crap? I'm afraid I don't buy that either. The way I figure it, every day for the past 10,000 years, someone, somewhere in the world has been beating hell out of someone else. I think it's in the nature of the species.

This is a declaration of war on the human body. And when a man declares war on himself, the first casualty is woman. It is a war that is still being fought.

After wrestling with myself for six months, I began medical treatment. During that time I started a band with some friends of mine called Jack's Car, but that didn't last.

Love is the answer At least for most of the questions in my heart Why are we here and where do we go And how come it's so hard

This book was written with the hope that it will] save someone who wants to give up, for there is always a new life waiting.

She'd intended to sign with an escort service, but fucked up and immediately acquired a heroin habit which detoured her career to a massage parlor, cranking out handjobs like Dunkin' cranked out donuts.

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.

A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.

I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness.

My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.

Bad enough I'm a goddamn burden to myself.

But the children are not fine. They will never be.

And for a moment she was the heroine again. Battling the odds. But just for a moment. Because suddenly it was clear to me again that all she could do was take it, powerless. And lose. And I remember thinking at least it's not me. If I wanted to I could even join them. For that moment, thinking that, I had power.

You could grow up every which way, a tree standing tall and straight in an open field or blasted and twisted on the side of a mountain.

Pain can work from the outside in.