Quotes About Struggle

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?Another day older and deeper in debt.Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't goI owe my soul to the company store.

I can feel the sensation (it burns) of being called crazy when you feel wounded and desperate.

My life story is structured by reckless reenactments of panic and flight.

I wade through the rush of neglect and loss and sadness pouring through a hole in my hull.

I know I'm not okay. I am nose to nose with a fire and it's too hot. I want to fix the fire—as if the fire itself were uncomfortable, as if the discomfort I feel were not my own.

Searching out a painful image, going over it and over it in my mind, raking its sharp edges over my open psychological sores. My mind generates the million and one questions I ask in order to avoid asking the only one that matters. Can you save me? At the time I believe my thoughts are real.

You are driving me crazy," I wail. "Why don't you care?" The last word—CARE—loses elasticity and flattens into another long wail. I am knees on the floor, shoulders on the floor, forehead on the floor. It is the fetal position. I get caught in a loop of feelings. I get louder and louder. I am groping about for the concept of NEGLECT. She is neglecting me. But I can't find the words. I can't catch my breath.

I want to say my apartment is no paradise for bachelorettes and would be more accurately described by terms like 'pain clinic', 'wound-care center', or 'half way house' for the chronically triggered, the emotionally dysregulated, the bright but broken-hearted, and a few repeat offenders of adulterous behavior.

I am the wilderness lost in man.

As I see it, life is an effort to grip before they slip through one's fingers and slide into oblivion, the startling, the ghastly or the blindingly exquisite fish of the imagination before they whip away on the endless current and are lost for ever in oblivion's black ocean.

Neka no? mora biti posljednja,i nešto mora biti što boli,uvijek.

You will find yourself, as he did. But that will not mean it is easy. There are few things easy in life that are worth the doing.

Ugly and ungainly. The least dependable creature you ever met. Just when you think you understand her, she changes. If only I had a son," he said bitterly. Over and over he disparaged her, and George would have thought that Beatrice would be so used to it, she could not be hurt further. But he saw her neck grow stiffer and stiffer.

Don't sit there and take the punch. Punch back this world has cruel jokes You have to be ready for whatever it will throw at you.

sometimes keeping the faith can be hard when all odds are against you.

Nós, mulheres, estamos sempre sob a sombra da lâmina: impedidas de viver enquanto novas; acusadas de não morrer quando já velhas.

Cada um descobre o seu anjo tendo um caso com o demónio.

Seja que dia for, é bom voltar. Voltar, agora que temos paz... Sem desviar os olhos da penerira, Hanifa Assulua reclamou, em surdina. Eu falava da Paz? Qual Paz? - Talvez para eles, os homens - disse. - Porque nós, mulheres, todas as manhãs continuamos a despertar para uma antiga e infindável guerra.

A morte, afinal, é uma corda que nos amarra as veias. O nó está lá desde que nascemos. O tempo vai esticando as pontas da corda, nos estancando pouco a pouco.

Porque esta guerra não foi feita para vos tirar do país mas para tirar o país de dentro de vós.

Um herói é como o santo. Ninguém lhe ama de verdade. Se lembram dele em urgências pessoais e aflições nacionais.

O que fizeram esses brancos foi ocuparem-nos.Não foi só a terra: ocuparam-nos a nós,acamparam no meio das nossas cabeças.Somos madeira que apanhou chuva.Agora não acendemos nem damos sombra.Temos que secar à luz de um sol que ainda não há.Esse sol só pode nascer dentro de nós.

For this war was not made to take you away from your country, but to take your country away from within you.

Foi por isso que fizeram esta guerra, para envenenar o ventre do tempo, para que o presente parisse monstros em lugar de esperança. (...) Porque esta guerra não foi feita para vos tirar do país mas para tirar o país de dentro de vós.