Quotes About Struggle

We have laboured long to build a heaven, only to find it populated with horrors.

It's all a joke! Everything anybody ever valued or struggled for... it's all a monstrous, demented gag! So why can't you see the funny side? Why aren't you laughing?

They claim their labours are to build a heaven yet their heaven is populated with horrors. Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. A clock without a craftsman. It's too late. Always has been, always will be…too late.

I am but a stranger ... as we all are. Lonely inside our separate skins, we cannot know each others pain and must bear our own in solitude. For my part, I have found that walking soothes it; and that, given luck, sometimes we find one to walk besides us ... at least for a little way.

What does fighting crime mean, exactly? Does it mean upholding the law when a woman shoplifts to feed her children, or does it mean struggling to uncover the ones who, quite legally, have brought about her poverty?

This city is dying of rabies. Is the best I can do to wipe random flecks of foam from its lips?

Once a man has seen society's black underbelly, he can never turn his back on it. Never pretend, like you do, that it doesn't exist.

Truly, whoever we are, wherever we reside, we exist upon the whim of murderers.

Things are tough all over, cupcake, an' it rains on the just an' the unjust alike...except in California.

People's lives take them strange places. They do strange things, and... well, sometimes they can't talk about them.

I am tired of this world, these people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.

When it's done, only our enemies leave roses.

Isn't it strange how life turns into melodrama?

You had a bad day once, am I right? I know I am. I can tell. You had a bad day and everything changed. Why else would you dress up like a flying rat?

Okay. There it is. I dressed up. As an owl. And fought crime. Perhaps you begin to see why I half expect this summary of my career to raise more laughs than poor cuckolded Moe Vernon with his foam teats and his Wagner could ever hoped to have done.

There's no such thing as quitting. Just sometimes there's a longer pause between relapses, right?

Crazed with helplessness, I cursed God and wept, wondering if He wept also. But then, what use are His tears, if His help was denied me?

Finally, faced with horrors both intolerable and unavoidable, I chose madness.

For to be human is not enough...when gods cry war amidst the thunder.

Three things, then. Escape, and finding work, and then explaining himself adequately. It was just those areas he had trouble with. Everything else, he was all right about.

That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.

He confirmado que no existe diferencia entre todos los demás y yo! Basta con un mal día para que el hombre más cuerdo del mundo enloquezca. A esa distancia está el mundo de mí. A un mal día.

I can't move. My mind's like a dance hall fire, a crowd of terrified voices all screaming instructions at once.

All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.