Quotes About Struggle

Men and boys always want to go fight. They are always looking for a reason to go to war. It is the saddest thing. They have this abiding notion that war is fun. And no history lesson will convince them differently.

The undoing is almost always more difficult than the doing.

The world is dark, and light is precious.

Flora's heart, the lonely, many-armed squid of it, flipped and flailed inside her.

Go ahead, Marlene, thought Edward. Push me around. Do with me as you will. What does it matter? I am broken. Broken.

She herself often felt too terrified to go on, but she had never admitted it out loud

There was, truly no place for him. The home of his childhood was long gone, and it had never been his home, even when he was a child. His mother had said to him, Do not anger your father. Try to do as he says. Try to be who he wants you to be. But he had not known how to do that, had he? He still did not know how to do that. He knew, only, how to be himself. And shouldn't home be the place where you are allowed to be yourself, loved as yourself?

I ask you, why is it so hard to stay away from the euphemisms? They creep in, always, and attempt to make the difficult things more pleasing.

He'll be dead soon. He can't live', said the father. But reader, he did live. This is the story.

But, alas, he never really belonged in either place, the sad fate, I am afraid, of those whose hearts break and then mend in crooked ways.

Putting on socks is hard work, said Bink. I'm hungry.

Pea was aware suddenly of how fragile her heart was, how much darkness was inside it, fighting, always, with the light.

But perhaps you do not understand. I was crippled, crippled by an elephant that came through the roof - Madam LaVaughn

There are those hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or, if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman.

Something large and dark had entered Room 102 of the Good Night, Sleep Tight, and the large, dark thing was sitting right on top of my chest. I could not breathe.

Flora's heart, the lonely, many-armed squid of it, flipped and flailed inside of her.

I know something that's in a cage," said Rob, pushing the words past the tightness in his throat. Willie May nodded her head, but she wasn't listening. She was looking past Rob, past the white sheet, past the laundry room, past the Kentucky Star. "Who don't?" she said finally. "Who don't know something in a cage?

Sometimes the pain in her heart made her feel too terrified to go on. Sometimes it made her want to drop to her knees.

Look at the pebbles in the bottom of the pool, Miss Emily, so round and smooth and shining. Yes, but where did they get that beautiful polish, that satin skin, that lovely shape, Rebecca? Not in the still pool lying on the sands. It was never there that their angles were rubbed off and their rough surfaces polished, but in the strife and warfare of running waters. They have jostled against other pebbles, dashed against sharp rocks, and now we look at them and call them beautiful.

Hyacinth, we all have our limits. I can't save the world. I can't stop this war. Maybe, just maybe, I can communicate a few things through art.

He was always surprised more people didn't break under the assault of hours of self-aggrandizing orations delivered in pompous monotones.

War was so simple, wasn't it? Much simpler than justice.

I am trapped, and for once in my life I see no path through these Rings. Four

Of course we all suffer,' Priya often told her. 'But if you cling to suffering or fight it then it will hold on like a rat. If you accept it's existence and the pain it causes you, then you can release it'.