Quotes About Struggle

To subdue the bumble-bee!

Brewed from decades of agony! To think just how the fire will burn, Just how long-cheated eyes will turn

I lived on dread;

Not even God can heal; For 't is his institution, — The complement of hell.

I felt a funeral in my brain

Tis not that Dying hurts us so— 'Tis Living—hurts us more— — Emily Dickinson, from "'Tis not that Dying hurts us so—," [335], The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little, Brown & Co.,1960)

It is too difficult a Grace- To justify the Dream-

I felt a clearing in my mind As if my brain had split ; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to join Unto the thought before, But sequence ravelled out of reach Like balls upon a floor.

Hush little baby, Dont you cry, Dont cut your arms, Dont say goodbye. Put down that razor, Put down that light, It maybe hard but, You'll win this fight.

My head spins as I glance away, refusing to get sucked back into his gaze when so much is at risk.

Anything worthwhile is tough.

The whole misery loves company thing never applies more than when you're breaking up. The thought that the other person is doing fine is simply too much to bear.

Throughout the ordeal, I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad. Anger was something I could control. I could settle into an easy rhythm of blame and hate. Focus my energy on something than the ache in my heart.

Nothing about my life is lucky - it's all about hard work, it is all an uphill struggle.

It's heartbreaking when you love a book that fails. And it always seems to happen to the nicest authors.

I'll remind you of that someday , Maura says. when you're married to a man who once looked into your eyes and promised to forsake all others. I'll remind of that after you've just had his baby and you have postpartum depression and feel as fat as cow and you are pumping milk into a plastic containers in the middle of the night while he's running around with some twenty-two-years old named Lissette. I'll remind you of that. Maura to Jess.

After all, you reach the mundane, comfortable moments only when a relationship is working. When it's not working, the passion morphs into something twisted and dark. Drama. Jealousy. A never-ending power struggle.

I am learning that perfection isn't what matters. In fact, it's the very thing that can destroy you if you let it.

Some thinks will never be okay.

The feeling of leaving, even when you don't want to. The feeling that sometimes things just can't be fixed.

Estoy aprendiendo que la perfección no es lo que importa. De hecho, es precisamente lo que te puede destruir, si se lo permites.

Parenting can be a real drain, even when sharing the misery with a spouse. Alone it was hard as fuck.

I've often let my goals supersede the journey—and the love of what I'm doing. A constant battle to stay in control, get to the next level, ensure that my life stays perfectly, carefully scripted.

Sometimes you get the bead. Sometimes the bear get you. - Coach Carr