Quotes About Struggle

You can sink a thing deep, weight it down with stones, but eventually, it will surface.

People across history speak of being haunted by suicides and tempted by them toward the grave.

If humanity's central existential difficulty comes from the fact that we have humanness—consciousness, hopes, dreams, loneliness, shame, plans, memory, a sense of fairness, love—and the universe does not, that means that we are constantly trying to wrangle our needs out of a universe that does not tend in such directions.

It must be recognized that staying alive though suicidal is an act of radiant generosity, a way in which we can save each other.

I am broken. I am a fraud. I am impossible to love.

You don't know how it is. It's like I've got this angry little person inside me, and I can feel him trying to get out. He's running out of room because he's growing bigger and bigger, and so he starts rising up, into my lungs, chest, throat, and I just push him right back down. I don't want him to come out. I can't let him out.

People like Theodore Finch don't die.He's just wandering.

The cadence of suffering has begun - Cesare Pavese I am in pieces.

What if life could be this way? Only the happy parts, none of the terrible, not even the mildly unpleasant. What if we could just cut out the bad and keep the good?

My beloved boat is broken on the rocks of daily life. I've paid my debts and no longer need to count pains I've suffered at the hands of others. The misfortunes and the insults. Good luck to those who remain.

I'm a fuckup. I'm broken, and no one can fix it.

A string of thoughts run through my head like a song I can't get rid of, over and over in the same order: I am broken. I am a fraud. I am impossible to love.

In case you haven't noticed, we're already involved, Finch. And in case you haven't noticed, I'm broken too.

You are driving me crazy. You have been driving me crazy for weeks.

I'm trying out Theodore Finche, '80s kid, and seeing how he fits. I fish through my desk for a cigarette, stick it in my mouth, and remember as I'm reaching for my lighter that Theodore Finch, '80s kid, doesn't smoke. God, I hate him, the clean-cut, eager little prick.

What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them. Actually, I know exactly how that feels.

I know there's more in there, probably years of shit you've been smiling away and keeping down.

The fact is, I was sick, but not in an easily explained flu kind of way. It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other recognizable disease just to make it simple for me and also for them. Anything would be better than the truth.

I'm broken, and no one can fix it. I've tried. I'm still trying. I can't love anyone because it's not fair to anyone who loves me back. I'll never hurt you... But I can't promise I won't pick you apart, piece by piece, until you're in a thousand pieces just like me.

Suicide victim' is an interesting term. The victim part of it implies they had no choice. And maybe Finch didn't feel like he had a choice...

FINCH : Day 75 "The cadence of suffering has begun."-Cesare Pavese I am in pieces.

I Am In Pieces

It's hard to describe, but I imagine the way I am at this moment is a lot like getting sucked into a vortex. Everything dark and churning, but slow churning instead of fast, and this great weight pulling you down, like it's attached to your feet even if you can't see it. I think, This is what it must be feel like to be trapped in quicksand.

Worthless. Stupid. These are the words I grew up hearing. They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, they might stay there and grow and fill me up and in, until the only thing left of me is worthless stupid worthless stupid worthless stupid freak. And then there's nothing to do but run harder and fill myself with other words...