Quotes About Struggle

If a girl were asked which part of a plant she would be, would any choose the root? Blindly clutching the dark earth, never seeing sun nor feeling wind? Toiling there to feed the stem and flower with never a thank-you from them? And who would choose to be the thorn? Thorns protect the plant from pluckers, but who gives honor to them? Nay, any girl would choose to be the bud, opening to the sun, fragrant and beautiful, tickled by bees and butterflies, and looked upon with love.

The real dragon haunted my head and heart.

Estoy acosando a un hombre hasta la muerte, a un hombre que ha sido muchas veces bueno conmigo, el padre de mi hijo pequeño. Estoy destruyendo la felicidad de mi familia, ¿y por qué? Por el bien de la verdad, para liberarme de un engaño que estaba consumiéndome, matándome.

If thou faint in the day of adversity, thy strength is small. The Bible, Proverbs

Poets and novelists and playwrights make themselves, against terrible resistances, give over what the rest of us keep safely locked within our hearts.

You three have done quite enough today: all of you and your feckless, treacherous god.

we have chosen to speak of spirituality ultimately as the way in which we live out our response to God. Unless we find this personal, transformational meaning in its fullest sense, the struggle for wholeness will remain unresolved. As Augustine put it in the first paragraph of his Confessions, 'God created us for a relationship with him and our hearts are restless until we find our rest in God.

There's conflict on every continent, the poverty rate is increasing, the environment's a wreck, and I'm not supposed to be affected?

Everything is going wrong with my relationship. I know that it's all my fault. I try everything I know to fix it, but it doesn't work. I'm not even sure if I love him/her. Maybe I don't know what love is. I'm so confused." Sound familiar? It should. It is almost verbatim the story I hear when an Adult Child of an Alcoholic enters therapy because an intimate relationship is souring.

I will not go on, I thought. I won't. I will throw my soul to the wind and blow into a thousand pieces. I will wash up on a shore somewhere like bleached and broken driftwood. I will dry out in the sun until I-and any gift I ever had-shrivel into the sand.

after a few centuries, the new pharaohs saw our kind as a threat instead of an asset. Too many of us existed. Had we wanted to, we could have challenged the pharaoh's armies. Pharaoh Mentuhotep the Second changed our name to the Setites, followers of the god Set, god of chaos, mischief, and evil.

I grew up in an abusive home and was told on a daily basis by my father that I would never amount to anything and that I looked like a boy.

I was in that dark, self-destructive place. I was up one minute, down the next. Soaring and crashing and crashing and soaring; the roller coaster from hell.

Needing people yet being afraid of them is wearing me out.

Life does not always yield its fruit easily, and when we cannot get to the top branches where the best and juiciest pieces cling, we must shake the tree. Shake it hard,

It came over me, then, that any woman who ever loves more than one man must carry forever with her, in her heart, a ghost. There is no new thing for her to learn. It has all been done before.

She didn't think the solution to violence was to own more guns. But how could you tell that to a single mother who worked double shifts, got off the bus five blocks from home at midnight and had to walk through a tough neighborhood?

It's easy to write upcoming scenes in books and television shows. Trusting God to write them in real life is a lot harder. But it's worth it. And you have to admit, it's an adventure.

I'm drowning--at home and at work. I want to give 100 percent on all fronts, but there are only so many 100 percents you can give before you realize there's nothing left.

Felicidad? ¿Qué felicidad? ¿Donde esta? ¿Que es la felicidad? Como si amar a alguien siempre fuera felicidad.

Down on me, down on me,Looks like everybody in this whole round worldIs down on me.

Are you going to farmer up or just lie there and bleed?

Suddenly you're scrounging for your next meal, but "say, do you want to make a deal?" There's fear in that line, in that melody, in that voice.

Show me a hero and I'll show you a man enslaved by his competence.