Quotes About Obstacle

This was supposed to be easy. Why isn't it?

And when he did, all bets were off, but it took a lot of pushing to get him off the ground. But

We now know that in life no obstacle can block, it can only impede; that tiredness is an incident not a finality.

Occupavi te, inquit, fortuna, atque cepi omnesque aditus tuos interclusi, ut ad me aspirare non posses. § Tusculan Disputations - Book V.

Satan makes the way rough for the sinner who desires to get away from him.

already know. It's like finding a needle in a haystack—

All things are hard, it said. There is nothing easy.

He had nerve damage: input could not penetrate. The world stalled out at his edges. Sometimes he had trouble speaking to other people, rummaging for language, and it seemed to him that an invisible layer divided him from the rest of the world, a membrane of emotional surface tension.

Wooten, for any reason, you would have a difficult time even bringing

Quid Syrtes aut Scylla mihi, quid vasta Charybdis profuit?

being an artist: And this susceptibility of theirs is doubly unfortunate , I thought, returning again to my original enquiry into what state of mind is propitious for creative work, because the mind of an artist, in order to achieve to the prodigious effort of freeing whole and entire the work that is in him, must be incandescent, like Shakespeare's mind, I conjectured, looking at the book which lay open at Antony and Cleopatra. There must be no obstacle in it, no foreign matter unconsumed.

Remember, a dead fish can float downstream, but it takes a live one to swim upstream.

And then the wall rose, Rose slowly, Slowly, Between me and my dream. Rose slowly, slowly, Dimming, Hiding, The light of my dream. Rose until it touched the sky— The wall.

As I Grew Older - 1901-1967 It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun,— My dream. And then the wall rose, Rose slowly, Slowly, Between me and my dream. Rose slowly, slowly, Dimming, Hiding, The light of my dream. Rose until it touched the sky,— The wall. Shadow. I am black. I lie down in the shadow. No longer the light of my dream before me, Above me.

This is needle-in-haystack shit. And the haystack is made of needles. On a needle planet.

Couldn't get no closer and couldn't get no further away.

That day has come. God is now dealing with us in a new way. Our badness is no longer the obstacle to blessing. Nor is our goodness the condition for blessing.

Eres como un grano en el culo, Viana. Es muy difícil protegerte cuando no dejas de ponerte en peligro una y otra vez.

How long have people thought about the present as having weight, as being a thing disconnected from other things, as an obstacle to living?

That bitch is like the fucking clap. You think you've killed her but she pops back up to ruin your day over and over. Except Vampires can't contract social diseases. So she's worse.

I didn't know what I thought, other than that nothing was easy anymore and no matter what I did, things got messed up.

Although Portugal was celebrated for leading Europe into the Age of Discovery, Portuguese kings often frustrated their heroic mariners.

the way became narrower, they thought it was a river

the castaways evolved a plan. They would drag the planks over the mountains until they reached the river