Quotes About Struggle

Darkness does this. It finds all the places you are hiding in. It finds all the things you are holding onto tightly and makes you let go.

At the root of every large struggle in life is the need to be honest about something that we do not feel we can be honest about. We lie to ourselves or other people because the truth might require action on our part, and action requires courage. We say we "don't know" what is wrong, when we do know what is wrong; we just wish we didn't. Art lets us tell the truth, but even art can be something to hide behind.

Breaking up could sit in front of you for a while. It was a ring of fire you had to at last decide to run through. You finally got tired of standing there, looking at it, feeling the heat, tired enough to finally just let go. Getting burned at last seemed better than the waiting to get burned.

A lot of life is just surviving what happens.

Flawed Human Parents + Shit Life Throws At You = Childhood That 'Builds Character.

Maybe some people just had trouble with forever.

I don't know why we do it. But sometimes we just swim straight for the net.

But then there are the van Goghs and Hemingways and Mozarts, those who feel a hunger so deep, so far down, that greatness lies there too, nestled somewhere within it. Those who get their inner voice and direction from the cool mysterious insides of the moon, and not from the earth like the rest of us.

the mind is a tyrant

So I forcibly shove aside my prickles of pissed-off, which is easier than it sounds when millions of little sequined caffeine dancers are doing their big Broadway number on your internal stage. (Page 173)

The point is that you feel uncomfortable, and you're trying to talk yourself out of it because you think you're supposed to be nice.

Sometimes you can cattle rope your heart and sometimes you can't, is all.

What Dino spent most of his time doing was hiring and firing new managers. Since he ditched William Tiero three-plus years ago, he just want through these poor guys like you go through a bag of M&M's when you've got your period. Consume, and on the the next.

Knowledge was a personal life preserver you could always count on when you were swimming in the deep end

When you go looking for rescue, you end up trapped in your own weakness.

Grief is everywhere. It's its own being. It walks beside you silently, jumps out at you meanly; pokes you awake at night.

It's hard to be all that you can be on carrot sticks and criticism.

Butterflies are trapped first, before they are free.

We try to hold a storm in our own fist but we are not that strong.

I guess after all those years he had exhausted me. I never knew I was signing up for a battle, but I finally knew that he had won.

Something has happened to her and about her, and yet it is hard to grasp this fact. Her run is larger than her, and yet her daily life is mostly just her solitary steps, the rhythm of them, her daily aches, her loneliness, and the flashes of the nightmares that she experiences daily. It seems that she's become a person with a message, but she's unclear what the message is. Maybe because the message is still fighting its way through the grief and guilt to get to her.

Who's crazier, anyway: people who struggle honestly, or the people who act like they never do?

They call an abusive relationship a cycle of violence, when really it's a cycle of hope. It's a cycle of misguided optimism. One day that optimism is gone, if you're lucky.

Ass-kissing is the last resort of any anxious person who's in over their head.