Quotes About Struggle

That's the problem with life. It rarely gives you neat decisions wrapped up in shiny paper with a bow on top. Most of the important decisions in life are messy.

I've been giving the evil in this world too much power and God too little.

I'm not this girl," she whispered against his lips. He had to know, this wasn't her. She didn't kiss strange men. She didn't feel this deep hunger inside. "I know you're not," he said. "But I am this man.

Generations crying out for meaning in their life, for something to believe in beyond themselves, and afraid or unable to embrace faith. Tragedy is all around us.

Breast cancer is not just a disease that strikes at women. It strikes at the very heart of who we are as women: how others perceive us, how we perceive ourselves, how we live, work and raise our families-or whether we do these things at all.

Unfortunately, the Republican leadership in the House right now seems to have been strangled by the tea party.

I closed the door. Other people got husbands and children; I got a bag of lettuce. I hurled myself on the floor and sobbed. The worst thing about trying to get myself undepressed were the days when it seemed like I hadn't made any progress at all.

In her youth, she had wanted to control her own life, something with which she still struggled, but as she glanced around the marketplace, she was overcome with a renewed appreciation for these good people who put God first.

This is a world-wide struggle between freedom and tyranny," he told a California audience, "between the self-rule of many as opposed to the dictatorship of the ruthless few.

the political fallout of cold, hunger, lawlessness, and despair had grown ominous.

I have spoken before about the "yes" and the "no" alive in every person who seeks therapy. Listening to Pearl I heard the following: Yes, I would like to confide in you. No, that would displace my loyal family. Yes, I want to get help. No, that would prove I needed it. Yes, I want to change my life. No, I don't. All the things I do and everything I am have taken me this far.

Death. Fire. Snow. Failure.

Couldn't I just take up juggling fire over a pit of alligators?" Liam muttered. "I think it might be easier.

A bedraggled woman stood on his doorstep in the pouring rain, and his first impulse was to slam the door in her face. But she had clearly come as far as she could; her pale face was twisted in pain, and she shivered convulsively beneath a denim jacket that was as soaking wet as the rest of her. Long black strands of hair hung down in twisted ribbons like seaweed in the vanishing daylight, reminding him of a sea creature he'd once dated briefly in his more adventurous youth.

most things worth doing are not easy. But that does not make them not worth doing.

Never pick a fight you can't win, unless you're backed into a corner and don't have any choice.

I don't have to bitch, because Bunny's doing enough for all of us. Clearly Miss Homemaker doesn't find hiking as easy as pie, because she's cursing in time to our footsteps, and instead of hearing left, left, I left my wife and forty-eight kids home in the kitchen in starving' condition with nothing but gingerbread left, left I hear shit, shit, these bugs are like shit, shit. . . .

As an undergraduate student in psychology, I was taught that multiple personalities were a very rare and bizarre disorder. That is all that I was taught on ... It soon became apparent that what I had been taught was simply not true. Not only was I meeting people with multiplicity; these individuals entering my life were normal human beings with much to offer. They were simply people who had endured more than their share of pain in this life and were struggling to make sense of it.

Severe headaches are especially indicative of switching or internal conflicts among parts.

I've always thought that exceptional beauty was as great an affliction as any physical handicap—perhaps more so. It is so difficult for the beautiful person, male or female, to develop a good character, isn't it? The odds are stacked against them from the start.

When he was very excited, [John Singer] Sargent would rush at his canvas with his brush poised for attack, yelling, 'Demons, demons, demons!' When he was particularly angry or frustrated, he expressed these feelings with 'Damn,' the only curse he allowed himself. He once had the expletive inscribed on a rubber stamp so he could have the satisfaction of pounding it on a piece of paper.

Some wrong eternity that wouldn't budge, like trying to move a wardrobe or a safe, only to feel how light I was.

fought to defend myself, to preserve my belief in freedom of expression, and to defeat a man who lied about history and expressed deeply contemptuous views of Jews and other minorities.

cannot be disproved. Therefore, in every generation they must be fought.