Quotes about stuck

When you are stuck in the same routine for months, you stop seeing new opportunities.

I cannot imagine a more perfect hell than being trapped inside my own mind.

If we stay where we are, where we're stuck, where we're comfortable and safe, we die there. We become like mushrooms, living in the dark, with poop up to our chins. If you want to know only what you already know, you're dying. You're saying: Leave me alone; I don't mind this little rathole. It's warm and dry. Really, it's fine.When nothing new can get in, that's death. When oxygen can't find a way in, you die. But new is scary, and new can be disappointing, and confusing - we had this all figure

I believe having a vision in mind, a goal let's say, is a good thing. Unfortunately, so many of us are blinded by the greatness of our vision that paralysis and inaction sets in. What I try to do is focus on the individual steps, the moments if you will, and let them lead one to the next. The vision that eventually appears may not be exactly what you had in mind, but it will be the right one for you, because you did the work and you took the necessary action.

Nothing that is good can become stuck – and if it is stuck, it can’t be any good!

If you're stuck in the past, you go forward in reverse

Getting stuck can be the best thing that could happen to us, because it forces us to stop. It halts the momentum of our lives. We have no choice but to notice what is around us, and we end up searching for Jesus.

Ella!” the voice yells, but I cannot tell where it is coming from. The sound wraps around me, spreading like spilt water and then evaporating into silence.“Where am I?” I whisper again.The darkness stretches out for eternity.I take a few steps forward, but the feeling is surreal—I cannot tell if I’ve actually moved or not, because everything is nothing. I feel something wet and warm slide down my cheek, and I touch the tear with my fingertips, swiping it away.Representative Belles is dead. I’m c

I'd been feeling like this for a while, the continual looking back, the stuckness of it all. I blamed it on the coming New Year, only four and a half months away, when the clocks would read zero and we would start again, could start again, but I knew we wouldn't. Nothing would. The world would be the same, just a little bit worse.

I like romantic comedy as a genre, but I think it can get stuck in its ways.

One moment unstuck other stuck!

Sometimes, the only thing that stands in your way from moving on completely is one question. Sadly, it is the one question God asked another person to answer for you. Be the solution, not the problem.

I try to shake it loose-but these ideas, they cling. It's like I'm shackled to them with an iron chain. They rattle along behind me, dragging against the ground, always reminding me of their presence.

the only drinking problem I've ever had, is figuring out why I'm still stuck in this salad spinner

Live and love yourself forever, because we are all stuck with what we are.

The smell of cars' smokeas I wade through trafficovershadows the freshfragrance of Mother Earthdrenched in rain. There canbe no greater testimony to man's progress

Well, then, what's the plan now? You can't stay here forever.'My plan was indeed to stay there forever.

We are set in our ways, bound by our perspectives and stuck in our thinking.

But there was a difference between being stuck and choosing to stay. Between being found and finding yourself.

The reason a lot of people can’t find happiness is because they don’t look for it. They allow themselves to be stuck in the same situations. Sometimes happiness comes with the courage to break free.

Fear is the glue that keeps you stuck. Faith is the solvent that sets you free.

But unlike Mama, I would not go to heaven. My secrets padlocked the gates. I'd be a torn kite stuck in the dead branches of a tree, unable to fly.

What if you were always stuck in one place, your mind spinning and unable to go forward like tires clenched in mud, because the answers wouldn't reveal themselves to you?

No matter what you think of me, I'm part of your thoughts. Even if you hate me, I'll live in your mind forever.

I realized that even if no one ever found me, and even if I lived out the rest of my life here, always missing, forever a missing person to other people, I could never be missing to myself, I could never delete my own history, and I would always know exactly where I was and where I had been and I would never wake up not being who I was and it didn't matter how much or how little I thought I understood the mess of myself, because I would never, no matter what I did, be missing to myself and that

If you keep fighting with yourself, you will always win.

When we are stuck in a rut we are being invited to grow and expand.

My heart shattered. 'The boy that you keep painting - the one at the warehouse and at the art gallery? That boy is you, isn't it?'Rider didn't say anything.'It's not you from the past,' I whispered. His handsome face blurred. 'That's still who you are.'He closed his eyes.

The doors of the darkest room one had ever seen were openedand everyone was asked to collect the pieces of themselves that they have lost with time all these years. Everyone rushed in and started searching for the pieces that would complete them but all of a sudden they saw the light in the room fading away, they turned around and saw the doors closing back again. They screamed and tried to run back but all of a sudden there were fences all around them, they lost their voice and helplessly stuck

Word-Power'Being stuck in my room,I've become a world traveler.If you wonder how...just guess how I've reached you right now

The people I'm stuck with in my life now aren't sucking the life out of me, they just suck.

Freedom can choke you if you don't know how to handle it.

Assumption is one dreadful and incurable disease, which sticks to the soul and wiggles across the skin.

People who are stuck in the past, miss out on the beauty of the Present and the possibility of the future!!!

Try to stop Rewinding and Fast Forward into something better.

I am touched by her life, how it moves forward, pulses and springs. There is no fragmentation, nothing stunted or wedged. I circle back, I regress, the past doesn't let go. It might as well be a malfunction, a scene repeating itself, a scratched vinl record, a stutter.

Most of the things that stop us aren’t things that we can’t do, but things we refuse to learn.

Fate was tricky like that. It consumed us when we thought we were free, and it freed us when we thought we were captured.

It occurred to me that grief is like a tunnel. You enter it without a choice because you must get to the other side. The darkness of it plays tricks on you and sometimes you can even forget where you are or what your purpose is. I believe that people, now and again, get lost or stuck in that tunnel and never find their way out.