Quotes About Struggle

There are stories you don't want to tell, and there are stories that scald your brainpan right down to the tongue at the mere thought of uttering. But you can't NOT. Even if you wait until your skull is nothing but a charred and smoking husk, the truth will still be in there, squirming.

I was too busy destroying my life to bother with a minor detail like contractual obligation. I had veins to blow. A child to ignore. Friends to rip off. An apartment I hated on sight to pay for and move into.

Not until I stopped doing drugs altogether did I feel like a man. Not until I walked out of that fire did I have any idea what the word even meant.

This was, I sometimes thought, the last gift my father gave me. And the best: His death stood out as the supreme-o excuse for fucking up, for being a successful fuck-up.

There were mornings I thought drugs made me insane and mornings I thought they kept me from going that way.

In my family, misery didn't just love company, it wanted hostages.

Society has always said: Make money. Artists have said: But there's something else. Cliché City. But in Hollwood there's the Big Lie that you can have both. A lie you want to believe.

You might say that success ruined me. You might say I ruined success.

Sometimes I think life's nothin' but sittin' around watchin' pretty go bad.

As far as I could tell, life was nothing but a forced march down a mined highway. Even if you did everything you were supposed to do, sooner of later if was your turn to step on a claymore.

Heroin spread that soft blanket over everything. But once the blanket was ripped off, it took a layer of skin with it, leaving nothing but nerve ends screaming in the breeze.

Being a junkie, when you broke it down, was nothing more than a crazed day job.

I would, if one-armned and jonesing, doubtless have found a way to cook up a hearty spoon of Mexican tar and slam it with my toes. (I met a double amputee in San Francisco whose girlfriend slapped a bra strap around his throat and geezed him in the neck. Another triumph of the human spirit. But slap me if I get sentimental...)

People always ask, "What's the worst thing heroin drove you to do?". I always answer, "showing up on Maury .

When life becomes sub-human, sub-humans come alive.

Not until you finally try to put down the stuff do you realize, with stinging clarity, precisely why you picked it up in the first place. All life, in this freshly nerve-flayed state, boils down to a choice of hells. The hell of being fucked-up on drugs or the hell of being fucked-up without them.

My life - and this hit so hard I nearly toppled over - my life was Apollo 13! Launched with high expectations and pathetically crashed.

If you want to help someone in a bad situation, you need to give them the opportunity to work their way out of it.

Instynkt ?ycia najtrudniej zabi?. Widzia?em ludzi, którzy im g??biej staczali si? w upodlenie, tym gwa?towniej pragn?li przetrwa? wszystko i ocali? siebie.

Instead of doing away with the class war, we ought to intensify it, catch our enemy by the throat, because if we don't kill them in time, they'll put a knife in our backs.

We thought that not only would Germany come out of the war defeated, but Russia too. Things have turned out rather differently. In today's set-up we Poles are divided into two categories: those who have betrayed the freedom of Poland and those who do not wish to do so. The first wish to submit to Russia, we do not. They want Communism, we do not. They want to destroy us, we must destroy them. A battle is going on between us, a battle that has only just started.

He's like a flower doing its best on an asteroid, naked to so many cosmic terrors.

She tried to clear her mind. It didn't work. Her mind was a hoarder.

El amanecer se acerca con toda su luz de oro, después de caminar varios minutos contra el viento seco