Quotes About Struggle

Here we are, at the place where I get to beg for it. Where I get to say 'Please, for just one night, will you lay down next to me? We can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up?' But we both know how it goes – I say I want you inside me and you hold my head underwater. I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife.

He was not dead yet, not exactly— parts of him were dead already, certainly other parts were still only waiting for something to happen, something grand, but it isn't always about me, he keeps saying, though he's talking about the only heart he knows— He could build a city. Has a certain capacity. There's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly and he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place— well then, game over.

It starts with bloodshed, always bloodshed, always the same running from something larger than yourself story

Oh we're a mess, poor humans, poor flesh—hybrids of angels and animals, dolls with diamonds stuffed inside them. We've been to the moon and we're still fighting over Jerusalem.

Lie down on the bed, you're all I ever wanted and worth dying for too... but I think I'd rather keep the bullet.

They are the same and they are not the same. They are the same and they hate each other for it.

His hands keep turning into birds, and his hands keep flying away from him. Eventually the birds must land.

I said it severely and slept through all my appointments. I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. I'd rather quit. I'd rather be sad. It's too much work.

People get hurt here. People fall down and stay down and I don't like the way the song goes.

I woke up in the morning and I didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything. And I can't eat, can't sleep, can't sit still or fix things

This boy, half-destroyed, screaming Drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. Henry, make something happen.

They want you to love the whole damn world but you won't

Every morning another chapter where the hero shifts from one foot to the other.

You swallow a bottle of sleeping pills but they don't work.

The world doesn't know what to do with my love. Because it isn't used to being loved. It's a framework problem.

I don't think I can take this much longer.

You were burned, you were about to burn, you're still on fire.

we laugh and it pits the world against us, we laugh, and we've got nothing left to lose

They want to stop but they can't stop. They don't know what they're doing.

Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

This time everyone has the best intentions. You have cancer.

A stone on the path means the tea's not ready, a stone in the hand means somebody's angry, the stone inside you still hasn't hit bottom.

Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated cities at the center of me, and here is the center of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we can drink from, but I can't go through with it. I just don't want to die anymore.

while desire, like a monster, crawls up out of the lake