Quotes About Struggle

I was alive, and from past experience I knew in time I would forget enough to again pretend that we could someday be free.

And I am trying my best, too. Even if we don't always know what that means or how it will play out. You can get caught up in something that's beyond you, and never understand why.

you look you see only bitterness or despair. If all of these conditions and situations apply to you, I recommend a refreshing suicide attempt.

That's how the madness of the world tries to colonize you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality. *

That if they could not have a fierce joy in their struggle, then they were not truly free but governed by fear and doubt.

The world we are a part of now is difficult to accept, unimaginably difficult. I don't know if I accept everything even now. I don't know how I can. But acceptance moves past denial, and maybe there's a defiance in that, too.

Hay preguntas que pueden acabar contigo si la respuesta se te niega el suficiente tiempo.

My mother was an overwrought artist who achieved some success but was a little too fond of alcohol and always struggled to find new clients, while my dad the underemployed accountant specialized in schemes to get rich quick that usually brought in nothing. Neither of them seemed to possess the ability to focus on one thing for any length of time. Sometimes it felt as if I had been placed with a family rather than born into one.

I have never done well in cities, even though I lived in one by necessity—because my husband needed to be there, because the best jobs for me were there

Always that riptide compulsion dragging you down into the water, that need to know overriding the fear.

I mourned the child I had known who was kind and sweet and curious, and yet could not stop killing.

Central might catch up to him before he got there. But lurking behind them might be something even darker and more vast, and that was the killing joke. That the thing catching up with all of them would be even less merciful—and would question them until, like a towel wrung dry and then left out in the sun, they were nothing but brittle husks and hollows. Unless

Wick never believed he was a person, was continually being undone by that. Borne was always trying to be a person because I wanted him to be one, because he thought that was right. We all just want to be people, and none of us know what that really means

For some reason, Area X was very hard on linguists, almost as hard as it was on priests.

Already his wings were burning up and he felt more like some ponderous moaning creature trapped in the mire.

It is easy to crush an enemy outside oneself but impossible to defeat an enemy within.

Call them robbers and cutthroats--were they not amiable enough when they had sufficient to fill their bellies? Something was out of joint in a world that drove these men to steal.

Silence is the hardest scream

But he drank a lot. When love dies, he told me, there are no survivors.

He lay beside me all those years while I turned and twisted myself to fit beside him...

The boy in war is, to an extent found in almost no other form of work, inextricably bound up with the men and materials of his labor. … He is a fragment of American earth wedged into an open hillside in Korea and reworked by its unbearable sun and rain. … He is a light brown vessel of red Australian blood that will soon be opened and emptied across the rocks and ridges of Gallipoli from which he can never again become distinguishable.

I know, father-among-the-angels, I'm not playing the game one bit now—not one bit; but I don't believe even you could find anything to be glad about sleeping all alone 'way off up here in the dark—like this. If only I was near Nancy or Aunt Polly, or even a Ladies' Aider, it would be easier! Down-stairs

La desdicha, como el dolor físico, iguala los minutos. Los días se convierten en el mismo día, los actos en el mismo acto y las personas en un sólo personaje inútil.

Cuando la Revolución agonizaba