Quotes About Struggle

For after my marriage I had made various attempts to write fiction. They were clearly failures.

Death by starvation is slow.

I'm terrified that I will never be able to put him from my mind. I don't love him but I'm afraid that he will make it impossible for me ever to love anyone else.

And infatuated be damned. He was near to being blinded by his attraction to her. He was in love, damn it all. He disliked her, he resented her, he disapproved of almost everything about her, yet he was head over ears in love with her, like a foolish schoolboy. He wondered grimly what he was going to do about it. He was not amused. Or in any way pleased.

what recently nurtured the tyranny was nothing other than our inaction … Weakened by the pleasure of peace we learned to live like slaves

They create desolation and call it peace There

The losers could be as spectacularly cruel as the victors.

Why do people kill themselves? I think they do it when they can no longer find a reason to keep going. When nothing in heir lives is good enough to balance out the bad. And they do it when they no longer have the courage to carry on past some recent painful experience. They commit what is, in the end, a desperate, final call for help, that is hopefully heard in time by someone else. And what if it's not heard in time? I ask although I know the answer. Then they die.

I could smack her, punch her in the face, but then I see what she can't hide from me. I've seen it before-the desperation, the agony, the need to find a reason to go on, and the inability to find it.

Loneliness. It's a thing, you know, not a feeling. A big, ugly thing that moves in and takes over until you forget how to live without it, but you can't live with it either.

I have great sympathy for people that are infertile, but a life is not something you can give away.

these white people have lost their own gods and mislaid their souls. They have trouble dealing with reality, with death.

The white man oppresses the half-blood, the half-blood oppresses the full-blood, and everybody takes out their anger, despair, and feeling of helplessness on the women.

his hand on hit sword because he knew he lay in enemy country.

It's the odious, insufferable people who usually get to the top.

A barely tolerable world became unbearable.

When Riley Tatum vanished twelve years ago, no one sounded an alarm. No one called the cops, gathered a search party, or posted flyers. She simply disappeared from the streets into an abyss. Swallowed whole. She should have died. Been long forgotten. But for reasons she didn't understand, the darkness spat her out.

Why did perfect feel broken?

I wasn't counting on this fight." "We rarely count on the ones we're forced to face.

I just want the anger to go away...I want to be happy. I want to live.

life's most basic needs—his sight—he struggles to accept the possibility that his blindness may be permanent. Enter psychologist Sara Hamilton,

Marriage was nothing but a primitive form of torture;

Anybody that's ever loved has been hurt, some worse than others. Hearts ripped, trust gone, even hope tossed in the trash." Those eyes grew brighter, the voice softer. "But if you fight for it and keep talking, you can get through it to the other side. And that's where you have another chance.

Life was a strange mix of twists and turns, where incomprehensible loss often led to paths of unimaginable joy.