Quotes About Endurance

But it's all the little people, Buk, the twenty-five-buck-a-week guys who gave up everything to keep the thing going. The guys with cardboard in their shoes. The guys who slept on the floor.

What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.

I am waiting to live, waiting to die.

there are times when we should, remember, the strange courage, of the second-rate who refuse to quit, when the nights, are black and long and sleepless, and the days are without, end.

Find what you love and let it kill you. a

I always felt it would pass. I listened to the charges against me knowing some of them to be true but certainly not important enough to become the target of violence, envy, vengeance. I thought it would surely pass.

hell is a closed door when you're starving for your goddamned art but sometimes you feel at least like having a peek through the keyhole. young or old, good or bad, I don't think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer.

TIME WOUNDS ALL HEELS.

Czekaj?c zabi?em 4 muchy. Cholera, ?mier? czai si? wsz?dzie.

I was tired and wet and hungover, but I was usually that way and I waded through the weariness like I did the water.

just waiting is the worst. nothing worse than waiting just waiting. always hated to wait. what's there about waiting that's so intolerable? —like you're waiting for me to finish this poem and I don't know exactly how so I won't. —so, if you happen to read this in a magazine or a book just rip the page out tear it up and that's the graceful way to end this poem once and for all.

the history of a tough motherfucker he

if they can exist on just these fragments of things, then I can exist too.

hay que sobrevivir de un modo u otro, haciendo lo que sepas, la muerte llegará, pero es mejor hacerla esperar un rato con el truco que sea.

si un hombre no puede permitirse unos cuantos lujos es que no va a durar mucho tiempo.

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

you didn't adjust, you simply got more and more tired

The back was something the assholes had never figured out how to amputate.

there is light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness.

we were like some last, vast final dinosaur crawling feebly home somewhere, somehow, maybe to die.

we were made to accomplish the easy things and made to live through the things that are hard.

Well," I said to Sara, "it ain't been a bad year. Nobody murdered me." "And you're still able to drink every night and get up at noon every day." "If I can just hold out another year.

Public hates what they call a quitter

sometimes there is a dark cloud that never passes. It stays forever!" "Well, that's death.