Quotes About Struggle

You think the worst is behind you, but it's never behind you. In fact, saying something is the worst does not leave room for all the bad stuff that can follow it. You say the pain is nine, but you mean ten. You leave room.

i have struggled but i have worked to make my struggles meaningful and now i am set free.

So we just hope that all of these governors who are grappling will be able to provide the basic services to our citizens and not have to cut things that really are painful.

To Mike—to most people who have ever known her—Kath Conlon has disappeared completely. It is an addict's trick, this vanishing act, this dizzying plunge through a dim portal into a dark and beguiling parallel world.

Half of sobriety was wishing you'd never started: if you'd never taken that first drink, first bump, you could have stayed clean forever with no sweat at all. Instead, it became your life's work.

Preventing her abortion was all they cared about. The bleak struggle of her life—the stark daily realities that made motherhood impossible—didn't trouble them at all.

My voice falls into Southern drawl when I am tired, drunk, or in trouble. Too often, my accent is attacked by all three of these realities.

If the kingdom of God belongs to the poor, the bottom dwellers, then rich American Christians are going to have the hardest time finding it.

I prayed a one-line prayer simply because my Christian labor had failed me and I had no idea what else to do (and I strongly advise against this prayer unless you are quite ready for God to take you seriously and wreck your life): "God, raise up in me a holy passion.

How does one get one self back ? How can one release and let go when the pain is so intense you feel as though you are drowning in your own breath.

when rejection becomes the norm, I become nothing.

I had done my best, and it wasn't good enough. I doubted, I pined, I prayed, and I was still me. I was a gay woman, inspired by Jesus in ways beyond my ability to communicate, who failed to live up to the expectations of all that a Christian was supposed to agree with, believe in, and reenact. I was certain I could no longer be the standard-bearer of an institutionalized religion, but I couldn't escape the fact that my faith seeped into my art.

That's the funny thing about trying to escape. You never really can. Maybe temporarily, but not completely.

You look like you got more of a bath than the car. I never thought washing a car would be so hard, but after watching you for the last fifteen minutes, I'm convinced it should be an Olympic sport.

You asked a question about Martin Luther King.... All that stuff about "the dream" means nothing to the kids I know.... He died in vain. He was famous and he lived and gave his speeches and he died and now he's gone. But we're still here. Don't tell students in this school about "the dream." Go and look into a toilet here if you would like to know what life is like for students in this city. -a student at East St. Louis High School, 1990

Almost dying is awfully easy. It's the living that's hard.

Kaarlo, that gold rush is for fools with no sense, can't you see that we're barely making ends meet, isn't it enough that there's a new baby to feed you might as well just shoot your poor mother it'll be the same thug as letting her lose a son to some foolishness." "Do you think Pappa will send Grandmother away? I wish per to Wilbert. Nah, he whispers back, she's stuck here like a cow in the tidelands.

There is nothing, my boy, to spark compassion like a sojourn in hell.

But it was not just that admirers had fled, she mused; her enemies were stepping out of the shadows to take their place.

Sometimes my bedroom is the best place in the world, and other times it is like a place that closes in and suffocates me. I

I was outnumbered, unarmed, weak, and screwed. In that order.

Sometimes, there aren't any good choices. Sometimes, making the right one is hard... It's funny, but when you think about it, we're all broken. That's what life does. It knocks you down and breaks you and you either get back up again, or you don't. You either do things on your terms, or you don't. You let the bad things win, or you don't." "You either let it break you, or you don't.

You think I didn't fight the same fight? I halfway convinced myself that as long as Avery was just a riddle or a puzzle, as long as I was just playing, I'd be fine. Well, joke's on me, because somewhere along the way, I stopped playing.

Where are you going?" I asked him. After everything it has taken to get to this point, he couldn't just walk away. "To hell, eventually," Jameson answered. "Probably to the wine cellar, for now.