Quotes About Struggle

Fate is trying to kill me. I miss my dog. What's a doctor going to say? You're not ill, you're mad as a muffin? They'll either lock me up or tell me to get a grip and no one will believe the truth anyway.

Every war has it's turning points, and every person too.

I mean, why? Why did I go on believing? Did it make sense? Why did I go on thinking, even when [he] slammed me around, that if you are good enough, patient enough, for long enough, your reward will come?

Mam) ignorant as a thistle, married to a drunk and pushing out baby after baby, each of which had to be clothed and fed until it grew up and left, or died.

I shall bring him his tea and work myself to death by the time I am thirty bearing children and scrubbing floors and working in the fields digging turnips till my hands bleed and my back gives out and everyone urges me to keep on for just one more year, at which point I will die of exhaustion and the meagerness of my own life. I will love him and care for him, will never tell him to get his own tea, or sweep the ashes from the hearth or give birth to his own twelfth child himself.

Minden háború történetének van fordulópontja, és minden emberének is.

but it was like some witch's curse where the more we tried to stop being hungry the more starving we got. It

A vihar elÅ'tti csend pont jó kifejezésnek t?nt arra, ahogy akkor és ott beugrott: akármilyen boldog voltam is abban a percben, de az addigi életem hozzászoktatott, hogy a dolgok nem úgy alakulnak, mint a szabványos hollywoodi könnyvfakasztóban. A vak lányt nem az év Oscar-várományosa játssza, a nyomorék fiú nem kezd csodálatos módon járni, és nem vigyorogva megy haza a tömeg.

Al año siguiente, cuando ya no nos hablábamos, pensé que su nueva personalidad realmente tenía sentido, que besar a chicos y fumar marihuana y salir de clase dando fuertes pisotones e insultar a los profesores y básicamente comportarse unas cien veces peor y más escandalosamente de lo que eres en realidad, es lo que hay que hacer para no pensar que tienes que volver a dormir en una casa triste y gris.

Io so come ci si sente a essere sfigurati e devastati, solo che stavolta tutto questo sta fuori di me. A ogni modo, ho scoperto che combattere è la cosa che mi viene meglio

I should have liked this particular story to end with me settled happily ever after in the hut on the island, but it didn't happen. It wasn't long before I had to face the fact that I was living in the sea.

Tennis, as we know, was not my sport. Sport, in fact, was not my sport.

It was not a healthy marriage for long time. It was never about another man, it was about what my and Dennis's relationship could not sustain.

There were times when everybody in the house has the flu. You're cleaning up vomit and it's 2 in the morning, and you're wishing there was somebody else there to help you.

It's pretty sad when you have to choose between the lesser of two evils.

And specialness - everyone wants it. But Jesus, is it the most essential thing there is? Most people aren't talented. So what are they supposed to do - kill themselves?

No one had told her this would happen, that her girlishness would give way to the solid force of wifehood, motherhood. The choices available were all imperfect. If you chose to be with someone, you often wanted to be alone. If you chose to be alone, you often felt the unbearable need for another body - not necessarily for sex, but just to rub your foot, to sit across the table, to drop his things around the room in a way that was maddening but still served as a reminder that he was there.

Everyone knows how women soldier on, how women dream up blueprints, recipes, ideas for a better world, and then sometimes lose them on the way to the crib in the middle of the night, on the way to the Stop & Shop, or the bath. They lose them on the way to greasing the path on which their husband and children will ride serenely through life.

Well," said Ash, and she got out of her own bed and came to sit beside Jules. "I've always sort of felt that you prepare yourself over the course of your whole life for the big moments, you know? But when they happen, you sometimes feel totally unready for them, or even that they're not what you thought. And that's what makes them strange . The reality is really different from the fantasy.

People did what they could, as powerfully as they could, until they couldn't do it anymore. There wasn't much time.

To be anorexic...she thought, amounted to wanting to shed yourself of some of the imperfect mosaic of pieces that made you who you were. She could understand that now for, maybe underneath that desquamated self you would locate a new version.

oh boo hoo , everyone's life was hard, and if you'd survived the hardship, why write about it? Survival itself was enough.

Jill told him that he just didn't understand what it meant to have been so promising your whole life and now to be so disappointing in the end.

Greer had understood it was hard to escape yourself, and to escape the way it felt being you.