Quotes About Struggle

I've been in that void,' she told me once. 'Don't you ever give in to it

Despite her ability to enjoy most of their days, sometimes her despair was so great that, in a melancholy moment when she'd allow herself to think of her family, she'd almost stop breathing

Finnikin's head was bent low over the horse and he kicked its flanks hard and Froi had never clutched the body of one who felt so much but it reminded him of the time when he had tried to take Evanjalin in the barn. Both times the touch of their bodies had burned him, but this time something entered his bloodstream. Planted a seed.

Simple dreams are the hardest to come true.

Strange things happen when we stand face to face with our enemy, don't they, Phaedra of Alonso?

The depression belongs to all of us. I think of the family down the road whose mother was having a baby and they went around the neighborhood saying, "We're pregnant." I want to go around the neighborhood saying, "We're depressed." If my mum can't get out of bed in the morning, all of us feel the same. Her silence has become ours, and it's eating us alive.

But I want to give in to it sometimes, only because I'm tired and the feeling that I've had for a while-that something is haunting me down-becomes all consuming and I'm frightened that one morning there will be not enough to keep me going.

people hate change and, more than anything, they hate those who try to change things.

People with lost personalities will suffer a great deal more than those with lost virginities

They never leave home without their safety nets and I think, good for them, but the thing with safety nets is this. I got tangled in them so many times and the Stella girls always seemed to leave me dangling, upside down, to the point where I almost couldn't breathe anymore. So I dance.

I still don't say anything. I want to but I can't. I want to explain everything that's going on in my head but I can't find the words

I think of those little sullen-faced Year Sevens back in high school and here are these people who have such a great spirit and so little.

And if the gods were to give me a choice between living a better life, having not met them, or a wretched life with the slightest chance of crossing their path, then I'd pick the wretched life over and over again.

How can you fight the world with a quiver in your voice, Beatriss of the Flatlands?

He's never asked about her depression in the past, just knew it was there like a big black blob over her head. In Year Eleven they thought it was a one-off because her mother had been sick, but he had seen it once or twice again. Francesca knew the signs and he could tell she fought it with everything she had inside of her.

Some days are worse than others, my love, some days better than most.

Hatred smothers all beauty.

And he knew that, but all his life he'd been treated like crap to the point that he believed he was crap. He'd never done anything good and nobody had ever said anything positive about him.

I want so much not to do the teenage angst thing, but I have to tell you that I hate the life that, according to my mother, I'm not actually having.

And being that happy makes me feel guilty. Because I shouldn't be. Not while my mum is feeling the way she is. How I can dare to be happy is beyond me, and I hate my guts for it. I hate myself so much that it makes my head spin.

I'm just sick of all the misery, my absolute lack of control over everything.

But there was nothing wrong with their marriage. I could be a fool for believing this one hundred percent, but there was never anyone for Dominic but Jacinta and vice versa. They knew they'd get through the shitty part." "But they didn't," he argues. "They're not divorced, Tom. That marriage is not over.

Working with them was tough at first, because the Mackees were dealing with their own shit, and most times it was Jimmy who did the talking. Mackee's dad later wrote to say that Jimmy had filled in the silence for them, and it made all the difference

You always seem so in control." "And you don't?" He laughed, but somehow not humorously. There was a darkness in his eyes that had nothing to do with color. "I'll let you in on a secret. I'm not. Sometimes I think that this life is shit. I mean, don't you find it pathetic?