Quotes About Struggle

Everything sucks, some of the time." You just have to decide what sort of suckage you're willing to deal with.

The Yogic path is about disentangling the built-in glitches of the human condition, which I'm going to over-simply define here as the heartbreaking inability to sustain contentment.

Los ingredientes de la oscuridad y los de la luz están presentes en todos nosotros y depende del individuo (o de la familia, de la sociedad) decidir qué va a potenciar: sus virtudes o su malevolencia. La locura de este planeta procede, en gran parte, de la incapacidad humana para alcanzar un equilibrio personal virtuoso. La demencia (colectiva e individual) es la consecuencia.

quién de nosotros vive sin hacer ciertos sacrificios?

It's only that I've waited so long to grow up, but now there's nothing worth growing up for," she said. "Just all this fighting, fighting, fighting, and working, working, working. It makes a person weary.

Listen, you're a powerful woman and you're used to getting what you want out of life, and you didn't get what you wanted in your last few relationships and it's got you all jammed up. Your

However, I've always had the sense that the muse of the tormented artist—while the artist himself is throwing temper tantrums—is sitting quietly in a corner of the studio, buffing its fingernails, patiently waiting for the guy to calm down and sober up so everyone can get back to work.

fear is a desolate boneyard where our dreams go to desiccate in the hot sun. This

Everything sucks, some of the time." You just have to decide what sort of suckage you're willing to deal with. So the question is not so much "What are you passionate about?" The question is "What are you passionate enough about that you can endure the most disagreeable aspects of the work?

Those who are ill-prepared to endure the battle for survival should perhaps never have attempted living in the first place. The only unforgivable

In the end, it's all just violets trying to come to light.

I believe that we are half-blind and full of errors. I believe that we understand very little, and what we do understand is mostly wrong. I believe that life cannot be survived—that is evident!—but if one is lucky, life can be endured for quite a long while. If one is both lucky and stubborn, life can sometimes even be enjoyed.

Hadn't I wanted this? I had actively participated in every moment of the creation of this life. So why didn't I see myself in any of it? The only thing more impossible than staying was leaving. I didn't wanna hurt anybody, I wanted to slip quietly out the back door and not stop running until I reached Greenland. Instead I made a decision: to pray.. you know...like... to God. And it was such a foreign concept to me that I swear I almost began with: I'm a big fan of your work.

Virginia Woolf wrote, "Across the broad continent of a woman's life falls the shadow of a sword.

The best thing for me to do right now, I thought, would be to never have been born.

This life is a tentative and difficult experiment. Sometimes there will be victory after suffering—but nothing is promised. The most precious or beautiful individual may not be the most resilient. The battle of nature is not marked by evil, but by this one mighty and indifferent natural law: that there are simply too many life forms, and not enough resources for all to survive.

Life, if you keep chasing it so hard, will drive you to death. Time

Oh, Jesus. How do you get out of this one? You don't. You can't get out of this one. Unless you're able to be honest, which of course I could not do.

When you cannot sleep, you cannot get yourself out of the ditch – there's not a chance.

but truly there were times when the sadness of this world was scarcely to be endured

every single pursuit—no matter how wonderful and exciting and glamorous it may initially seem—comes with its own brand of shit sandwich, its own lousy side effects.

Read your Bible, child; this world is not a paradise but a vale of tears.

I met an old lady once, almost one hundred years old, and she told me, There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over, all through history: How much do you love me? and Who's in charge? Everything else is somehow manageable. But these two questions of love and control undo us all, trip us up and cause war, grief and suffering.

And I hate to disappoint you, but it's best you learn now: most marriages are neither heavenly nor hellish, but vaguely purgatorial.