Quotes About Struggle

Life, unfortunately, doesn't seem to care what we want.

Coming up with ideas is the easiest thing on earth. Putting them down is the hardest.

Unless you are at a picnic, life is no picnic.

We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.

I have been a depressed person most of m life. I was always in the throes of self-hatred.

Life itself is an exile. The way home is not the way back.

What makes life worth living? Better surely, to yield to the stain of suicide blood in me and seek forgetfulness in the embrace of cold dark death.

O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!

I had a dream my life would be different from this hell I am living, so different from what it seemed. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

One of the bitterest ironies of life is that one truly appreciates a blessing only after having been deprived of it or imagining that.

I wanted to do a movie about being really good at something, yet being socially awkward and not as advanced in your personal life as you are in your creative life.

The crushing, pitiful, and frequently just plain risible pathos of an unsuccessful actor/performer's life is well charted.

I'll always push myself because that's the journey of life. We do go through things. Some of it's incredibly great and some of it's really bad.

But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Checker-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.

Possibly because I've lived so much of my life in difficult circumstances, I think I have a more profound understanding of life.

How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead; So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!

More than most people, the alcoholic leads a double life. He is very much the actor

The human mind, in taking us down the path of technocracy, has become the adversary of life itself and collaterally the adversary of the human soul.

As long as you don't make waves, ripples, life seems easy. But that's condemning yourself to impotence and death before you are dead.

There was that law of life, so cruel and so just, that one must grow or else pay more for remaining the same.

The mountains were his masters. They rimmed in life. They were the cup of reality, beyond growth, beyond struggle and death. They were his absolute unity in the midst of eternal change.

Everything I did in my life that was worthwhile, I caught hell for.

Not everything happens for a reason. Sometimes life just sucks.