Quotes About Struggle

they're all shitting themselves and dying on the path to the dock." A moan issued from the back of the house, followed by gastric sounds that almost shook the floorboards.

Yes, it's hard to understand," Mikhail growled back. "You have this… this magnificent heart, and you just… try to throw it away. How could you do it?

Because I'm supposed to be straight. I can't be gay, or stupid, or a failure. I can't. If I'm gay or stupid or a fuck-up, that means she left me and not him!

Dad was close to the kid, and he was devastated. He came home and yelled at the kitchen table for having dings in it, and at the counters for being old, and then he sat on the kitchen floor and cried. Mom came out of her room and sat down next to him, and they cried together,

And I realized that it's not whether you beat God—it's what you have when the fight's over.

But lo (loo?) and behold, it was. Malcolm pushed Owen all the way to the far wall.

Yes, well, you did not boycott the place that fed you, even if they stood against everything you stood for.

You lie upon my heart as on a nest, Folded in peace, for you can never know How crushed I am with having you at rest Heavy upon my life. I love you so You bind my freedom from its rightful quest. In mercy lift your drooping wings and go.

Don't ask a writer what he's working on. It's like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease.

For I have time for nothing But the endeavour to balance myself Upon a broken world.

The Wheel of the Sun" I beg you Hide your face from me. Draw the tissue of your head-gear Over your eyes. For I am blinded by your beauty, And my heart is strained, And aches, Before you. In the street, You spread a brightness where you walk, And I see your lifting silks And rejoice; But I cannot look up to your face. You melt my strength, And set my knees to trembling. Shadow yourself that I may love you, For now it is too great a pain.

I aim at the middle one first. I squeeze the trigger. And the metal weapon does what it does best. It jams.

There's something so romantic about being broke in New York. You gotta do it. You have to live there once without any money, and then you have to live there when you have money. Let me tell you, of the two, the latter is far better.

They say a desperate soul would do anything to get what he wants, but even a desperate soul cannot match a man who believes he has nothing to lose.

the street that depends on the crumbs from the criminals' table that stole his wealth to survive or the officer whose life and family are constantly on edge? They will just have to keep fighting crime and hope that someday people would be afraid to commit crimes, and people would be brave enough to stand up against corruption.

I failed first grade, which is my biggest problem. You always feel like a failure, like you're stupid.

David and Dad didn't get along too well growing up. I mean we all got along, but it was harder on David, because David wasn't going to be the son that Dad wanted. But now they're like best friends.

Lane kept trying to find her happiness in men, but it didn't work. Is that something you relate to personally?

It looked like the kind of place where people were shot over the rent money.

What I didn't say to Francis was that when Lucy grabbed me on the street in Paterson that day, I couldn't understand how anyone would take hold of a stranger and pour out their troubles. But now I realized that people did it all the time. They called for help. And some people would answer[.]

I can't keep doing this," she said to Sy, "but I can't do anything else, either. So where does that leave me?

It's both rebellion and conformity that attack you with success.

IT WOULD BE REALLY pretty easy to be virtuous, be that disciple of Jesus, if it weren't for one big problem. Those other people. Yeah. Them.

The things a mother does well are always invisible compared to the things she does badly.