Quotes About Struggle

The artist's talent sits uneasy as an object of public acclaim, having been so long an object of private despair.

I am told to just be myself, but as much as I have practiced the impression, I am still no good at it.

A film is born in my head. I try to make it, but I never succeed. What I want to do is impossible. It's beyond my capacity.

When first we met, we did not guess, That love would prove so hard a master...

Jove strikes the Titans down Not when they set about their mountain-piling But when another rock would crown the work.

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?

You know, we French stormed Ratisbon.

Then welcome each rebuffThat turns earth's smoothness rough,Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go!Be our joys three parts pain!Strive, and hold cheap the strain;Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!

Only I discernInfinite passion, and the painOf finite hearts that yearn.

You call for faith:I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists.The more of doubt, the stronger faith, I say,If faith o'ercomes doubt.

No, when the fight begins within himself,A man's worth something.

When the fight begins within himself, a man's worth something.

No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers,The heroes of old,Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrearsOf pain, darkness, and cold.

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.

When the fight begins within himself, a man's worth something.

In this world, who can do a thing, will not; And who would do it, cannot, I perceive: Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power — And thus we half-men struggle.

I give the fight up: let there be an end, A privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

The only animal capable of giving man a fair fight is man. Actually, among ourselves, we fight unfairest of all, and the more we practice, the nastier we get.

Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.

Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r,Thou's met me in an evil hour;For I maun crush amang the stoureThy slender stem:To spare thee now is past my pow'r,Thou bonie gem.

Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled,Scots wham Bruce has aften led,Welcome to your gory bedOr to victorie.Now's the day, and now's the hour;See the front o' battle lour!See approach proud Edward's power—Chains and slaverie!

Ae fond kiss, and then we severA farewell, and then foreverDeep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,While the star of hope she leaves himMe, nae cheerful twinkle lights me,Dark despair around benights me.

The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy

The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'menGang aft agley.