Quotes About Struggle

Here is the boy, running. Here was the boy, drowning.

And there's yer lesson. There ain't nothing good that don't got real bad waiting to follow it.

And the pain is too much it's too much it's too much and my hands are on my head and I'm rearing back and my mouth is open in a never-ending wordless wail of all the blackness that's inside of me.

Stories don't always have happy endings." This stopped him. Because they didn't, did they? That's one thing the monster had definitely taught him. Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect. His

It was like looking into the most despairing kind of madness, a madness that only felt hurt and pain, a madness that therefore could only act in hurt and pain.

Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both. "But how do you fight it?" Conor asked, his voice rough. "How do you fight all the different stuff inside?" By speaking the truth,

They're fighting a war over who can be more peaceful.

I think everybody falls, I think we all do. And I don´t think that's the asking. I think the asking is whether we get back up again.

But hell you make for yourself is still hell, maybe

If you fights the devil, you become him. "Maybe it takes a devil to fight a devil," I said "But at the end of that fight, Bathsheba," he said, "don't only devils remain?" And for a moment in the ocean, there was only blackness. We were alone. Even with ourselves And whatever devils lurked, unseen.

Ideals, my girl," she says. "Always easier to believe in than live." "But if you don't at least try to live them," Bradley says, "then there's no point in living at all.

For there are devils in the deep but worse are the ones we make.

Nevertheless, continued the monster, it was a kingdom, small but happy, for the king was a just king, a man whose wisdom was born out of hardship.

Here's what I think," I say and my voice is stronger and thoughts are coming, thoughts that trickle into my Noise like whispers of the truth. "I think everybody falls," I say. "I think maybe we all do. And I don't think that's the asking. I pull on her arms gently to make sure she's listening. "I think the asking is whether we get back up again.

Le cose della natura sono proprio sbalorditive, vero?" proseguì la madre. "Facciamo tanto per sbarazzarcene e poi alla fine sono proprio loro a salvarci.

History ain't so important when yer just trying to survive," I say, spitting it out under my breath. "That's actually when it's most important," Hildy says,

I just feel like my body is in all these different pieces and even though it looks like I'm all put together, the pieces are really just floating there and if I fall down too hard, I'll fly apart.

War makes Monsters of Men

How was he ever going to get any rest if his dreams were going to be this tiring?

Despair was one thing, despair had a component of energy, despair grappled and fought, despair needed you alive to feel its pain, but sadness, sadness was something else altogether. Sadness was a slow vampire. Sadness reached in and uncorked you like a full tub. Sadness was the parasite that killed its host.

Youth is a form of mental illness.

I did not know I would struggle Through a ragged underbrush Without an upward path Because there is no path There is only a blunt rock With a river to fall into

my father had been brutal on me, but with him out of my life I had in turn become tough on myself. I knew enough about the game to be a pro but had never learned to have fun at it.

was rubble and broken glass, what one poet would memorably describe as "Belfast confetti.