Personal Struggle Quotes

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“There exists a universal order that we each play a distinct role in carrying out. Light always struggles to emerge from darkness. Each of us is the bearer of our own lantern. We find ourselves when we realize our place in an interconnected world. The struggle to pierce the darkness that shrouds us from realizing a state of perceptive awareness is the biggest part of both our individual story and our communal storyline.”
Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

Andrew James Pritchard
“The ox was bad enough, Mina thought as she checked out the damage to her vegetables, yet now I have goats to torment me. However, if the goru was like the king, then the goats must be like the political parties, so maybe in the end her life won’t be so different after all? Yet she had to make sure that it would be different this time somehow, at least for Sidip’s sake, if for no other reason.”
Andrew James Pritchard, To Revolt Is a People's Right

Laura Chouette
“We all suffer our causes
yet not everyone calls our life a tragedy.”
Laura Chouette

Rolf van der Wind
“You know, I always erase everything... And lately, my memory loss is erasing what time hasn't.”
Rolf van der Wind

Genevieve Wheeler
“I don't know how to balance my mental health needs with my obsessive need to please.”
Genevieve Wheeler, Adelaide

Laura Chouette
“Uneven ghosts pave the pathway of a sinner;
Yet, I walk by alleys and chapels without looking up to saints.”
Laura Chouette

Laura Chouette
“I don’t know how to end a war I was born into;
how to end a conflict and a fight that I don’t understand even the people say I am on their side;
What is the wrong one and how can I end this?”
Laura Chouette

Laura Chouette
“We become numb ourselves while the world calls it a tragedy.”
Laura Chouette

Laura Chouette
“Poetry is enough for a soul in pain.
Love would only heighten the senses and destroy the illusions of it.”
Laura Chouette

Laura Chouette
“I always knew the mountains would take something from me one day.
I wrote about their fine lines, their graves, and their shades.

Then, one day, I looked up upon the gray—
it takes everything and then nothing,
even if you offer them everything.

You can’t survive it,
you live with it—
in small pieces,
small steps,
small moments.

All along, it takes you,
survives you—
you’ll never understand it.”
Laura Chouette