Quotes About Challenges

Life wore a man out, wore a man thin. Tomorrow would be a better day.

mainly thinking, well, I'm still alive and have the ability to expel wastes from my body and poems. and as long as that's happening I have the ability to handle betrayal loneliness hangnail clap and the economic reports in the financial section.

it's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse. death he's ready for, or murder, incest, robbery, fire, flood … no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies that send a man to the madhouse …

Just living until you die is hard work, I said

There are still things to be handle; there will always be things to be handled. Nobody ever gets caught up and finished on what there is to do. And even if you do, for a moment, feel a central peace, there is always somebody walking behind you with a switchblade.

I don't know how he does it but every woman he meets is crazy. he will get rid of one crazy woman but he never gets any relief— another crazy moves right in with him. it's only after they move in and begin acting more than strange that they admit to him that they've done madhouse time or that their families have a long history of mental illness.

But trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.

the worst men have the best jobs the best men have the worst jobs or are unemployed or locked in madhouses.

Çarenivîsa mirov ev e; Ku di seranserî temenê xwe da rencê bikiÅŸîne Da ku bikare bijî, Bijî Û bijî Heta ku bikare bimire!

I was a janitor for a while but I can never imagine a man calling himself a Floor Engineer when he has to walk into the woman's crapper and clean up what they leave behind. I couldn't get a hard-on for a year after working in that place. what they leave behind. and on the floor. and in that little compartment behind the seat. or alongside of it. or wherever it was.

Born into this Into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die Into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes...

naturally, we are all caught in downmoods, it's a matter of chemical imbalance and an existence which, at times, seems to forbid any real chance at happiness.

When you didn't know how to do anything that's what you became—a shipping clerk, receiving clerk, stock boy.

born into this into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die

Hay veces que un hombre tiene que luchar tanto por la vida que ni tiempo tiene de vivirla.

There's always somebody about to ruin your day, if not your life.

Just like some guys can't taxi or pimp or hustle dope, most guys, and gals too, can't be postal clerks.

now, all there is to do is reset broken moments. when even to exist seems a victory

Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren't fools, they just didn't fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And those needs kept altering. It was a grim set-up and if you found yourself sleeping in your own bed at night, that alone was a precious victory over the forces.

well, I've been bombed out of better places than this

Possibile che fossi davvero idiota, dopotutto? Ero io che andavo a cercarmele, le rogne? Possibile. Era possibile che fossi davvero subnormale, che per me fosse già una fortuna riuscire a sopravvivere.

El hombre es la víctima de un medio que se niega a comprender su alma.

No era mi día. Ni mi semana, ni mi mes, ni mi año. Ni mi vida. ¡Maldita sea!

Just living until you die is hard work," I said.