Quotes About Struggle

I understand that he is made up of working cells, just like me--crowded and confused pieces of genius that have been tampered with and now, wounded, go along in the way that they are able.

My mother lost too much and repaired herself in the only way she was able to repair herself. That in fact she is repairing herself, hour by hour.

I sit on the bed and think how life is never safe and they should tell you that right off the bat. Things happen out of order and just plain wrong, and there is not one thing you can do about it. The message of every morning is? ??????????

I'm sorry! It's just that it hurts so much and it never stops!

What Maddy has come to believe is that certain life circumstances make for people who walk with a psychic limp for all of their days. Never mind the progress they seem to make, peel back a few delicate layers and there it is: a stubborn doubting of worth; an inability to stand with conviction behind anything without wondering if they should be standing there at all; a sense that if they move in this direction, it's wrong; and if they move in that direction, that's wrong, too.

Sometimes, just when you think you're going to die from pain, rage steps in to save you. There's only so much room in a human heart. Thank God. The

Divorce is a series of internal earthquakes, that's what it is, one after the other.

Sometimes, just when you think you're going to die from pain, rage steps in to save you. There's only so much room in a human heart.

Now it is a war of days: on

I wanted him to be a toy man that I could bring upstairs with me, then store on a high shelf in the closet. But he was alive and complicated. He came with his own parts that had their own demands.

Some people have no more burden than an avocado going bad.

one of the hardest things in life is fessing up to what you want most, because if you do that, and you don't get it, it's so hard to be without it.

certain life circumstances make for people who walk with a psychic limp for all of their days. Never mind the progress they seem to make, peel back a few delicate layers and there it is: a stubborn doubting of worth; an inability to stand with conviction behind anything without wondering if they should be standing there at all; a sense that if they move in this direction, it's wrong; and if they move in that direction, that's wrong, too.

It's all broken glass inside me, she once wrote in her journal, when she was in high school. I breathe, and I cut myself.

some of us create our own prisons for ourselves, we fall into ways of being that we feel we can't change.

I would like to step into the body of a woman whose insides don't feel as though they have been spending time against the fine side of a cheese grater.

I'd learned enough about grieving to know that other ways of feeling would come back soon enough. But it seemed to me that this was the way we all lived: full to the brim with gratitude and joy one day, wrecked on the rocks the next. Finding the balance between the two was the art and the salvation.

what I felt in that embrace was the knowledge that she would never be able to raise me, not by herself.

I push pain away all day, and the moment I put my arms down it walks into me and has a seat. I

You couldn't keep up with life. It was like fabric running through a sewing machine, everything slipping through your fingers and moving away from you.

Since then, he'd seen so many things that defeated and demoralized him. Nobody could change the world singlehandedly. Hell, nobody could change the state child welfare system. Not unless they were able to complete an overhaul of human nature. Not unless they were able to wipe out the blackness that lurked in every person's soul.

People must hope so much when they tear streets up and fight at barricades. But, whoever wins, the streets are laid again and the trams start running again. One hopes too much of destroying things. If revolutions do not fail, they fail you.

She wished him at her side this very moment. If only to turn it all to rights by doing his very best to turn it all to ruin.

A 'few chits'? Good God, man, I've never faced such odds," the captain admitted. "The French have the decency to shoot at you." Lord