Quotes About Struggle

None of us were perfect, and life made us infinitely less so. Tears

The soul's bliss and suffering are bound together.

This long struggle to be at home in the body, this difficult friendship.

We try a new drug, a new combination of drugs, and suddenly I fall into my life again like a vole picked up by a storm then dropped three valleys and two mountains away from home. I can find my way back. I know I will recognize the store where I used to buy milk and gas. I remember the house and barn, the rake, the blue cups and plates, the Russian novels I loved so much, and the black silk nightgown that he once thrust into the toe of my Christmas stocking.

It's as though I keep reliving the loss, not just Bryce's death, but my accident. Every time change drops by and wants to be fed, I wonder if I'll have enough or if it'll eat me out of house and home." "Grief's ravenous, isn't it? I suppose that's where the emptiness comes from, and we keep trying to fill it with Ã¢â'¬Â¦ food and blame, irritations and what all. Keeping busy.

The essential code must include . . . how to crawl from the wreckage when this life falters, how to plunge to the cellar of sorrow and grope for the ladder that might bring you back into some kind of light, no matter how dim or strange.

In the immortal words of Willie Stargell, trying to hit Koufax was like "trying to drink coffee with a fork.

Is she become a rag doll? Are the wolves become children? It seems quite possible, there on the twilight fringes of dying. With some faint spark of herself, the little girl holds on to the idea. Even a rag doll has more life than does a dying child.

Firekeeper still could not understand the human penchant for eating in company. Even less so, she could not understand the human desire to combine business and meals. True, a wolf pack shared a kill, but not from any great desire to do so—rather because any who departed the scene would be unlikely to get a share... She struggled...not to bolt her food and almost always remembered that growling when a person spoke to you was not a proper response.

He wanted his daughter's happiness more than anything but he saw that she was not destined primarily for happiness. She was too complicated for happiness.

Children of Alcoholics stop expecting or wanting help because the continual feeling of disappointment is too painful.

a power struggle with your child. When that happens, be willing to back away and start over when you have changed your attitude—which will enable your child to change his.

For someone so very good at math, it's stunning to discover how you struggle with single digits.

I believe only in art and failure.

Acceptable food rots while we are chased from bins behind restaurants, chased from sleeping on the street, chased from relieving ourselves unless we pay for food or gas, until finally we are so hungry, sleepless, smelly, constipated and beaten-down that we simply die of lack of will to live.

i thought about the miseries people conceal and how they manage to survive.

She had never felt so alone or frightened in her life. She had come to Berlin to feel closer to her mother, and had found instead danger and death.

Look, I know from the outside it doesn't look so bad... I know I had all the advantages. I know my parents loved me. But that makes it worse, don't you see?... The way it is, all the unhappiness seems to be my responsibility, my fault.

What was the matter with her? She'd already decided she didn't want to make love with him, so why did she keep conjuring up erotic scenes from old sheikh movies? It must be the wine.

I plan to starve you into submission,' he growled, nuzzling her breast.

I have gained and lost the same ten pounds so many times over and over again my cellulite must have déjà vu.

Oh Lord! If you but knew what a brimstone of a creature I am behind all this beautiful amiability!

In spite of the honestest efforts to annihilate my I-ity, or merge it in what the world doubtless considers my better half, I still find myself a self-subsisting and alas! self-seeking me.

The few certainties in our existences are pain, death and bereavement.