Quotes About Struggle

Because, Nora, sometimes the only way to learn is to live.' 'Sounds hard.

didn't want to die. And she didn't want to live any other life than the one that was hers. The one that could be a messy struggle, but it was her messy struggle. A beautiful messy struggle.

Nora had no idea what success was. She had felt like a failure for so long.

On both sides of her family there had been an unspoken belief that life was meant to fuck you over.

I'd had another disturbed night as I walked up and down the corridors of my mind, a mêlée of thoughts spinning on discordant cerebral hamster-wheels as they conspired to keep my brain alert but unproductive.

On the cross, God subverted everything we intuitively understand about power … For many of us, coming to terms with the thought that great blessings come through great suffering is a tough pill to swallow.

Now I'm a glorified bureaucrat holding on by my fingernails as we all slide into super-powered chaos. A voice of reason in a world gone mad.

Amidst the Brambles, a changeling cannot help but feel exposed, vulnerable, and even trapped, and those feelings are not without merit.

Life is a Sisyphean race, run ever faster toward a finish line that is merely the start of the next race

That's the horror, the most awful thing: to have a child the world wants to destroy and know that you're helpless to help him. Nothing worse than that. Nothing worse.

That's the horror, the most awful thing: to have a child the world wants to destroy and know that you're helpless to help him. Nothing worse than that. Nothing worse.

the real reason he'd keep running into monsters was because he was black, and when you're black in America, there's always a monster. Sometimes it's Lovecraftian Elder Gods; sometimes it's the police, or the Klan, or the Registrar of Voters.

The law's not for colored people, not down there .

The human brain just isn't designed to take in a whole world's worth of disturbing news. Most of us have enough trouble with the more mundane problems of finding inner peace and securing happiness for our loved ones.

The epic struggle to pass health care reform was at once a shameless betrayal of the public trust of historic proportions and proof that a nation that perceives itself as being divided into red and blue should start paying attention to a third color that rules the day in Washington—a sort of puke-colored politics that puts together deals like this one and succeeds largely through its mastery of the capital city's bureaucracy.

I was a lapsing Christian, but in what direction was I lapsing? To nowhere, to nothingness. As absurd as the church was, it was an improvement over my actual life because there was at least a pretense of meaning there. Back in New York, I was just eating and taking up space, a depraved postmodern creature on the job, carrying pebbles up the media anthill.

In the Orwellian dystopia the original sin was thoughtcrime, but in our new corporate dystopia the secret inner crime is need, particularly financial need. People in America hide financial need like they hide sexual perversions.

From this result mental weakness, general incapacity, and unfitness for hard work.

A beautiful and ineffectual angel, beating in the void his luminous wings in vain.

[A] beautiful and ineffectual angel [Shelley], beating in the void his luminous wings in vain.

Thou waitest for the spark from heaven: and we,Light half-believers of our casual creeds,Who never deeply felt, nor clearly willed…Who hesitate and falter life away,And lose tomorrow the ground won today—Ah! do not we, wanderer! await it too?

Yes, in the sea of life enisled,With echoing straits between us thrown,Dotting the shoreless watery wild,We mortal millions live alone.

Her cabined, ample spiritIt fluttered and failed for breath.Tonight it doth inheritThe vasty hall of death.

And amongst us one,Who most has suffered, takes dejectedlyHis seat upon the intellectual throne.