Quotes About Struggle

If we win here we will win everywhere. The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it. And you had a lot of luck, he told himself, to have had such a good life. You've had just as good a life as grandfather's though not as long. You've had as good a life as any one because of these last days. You do not want to complain when you have been so lucky. I wish there was some way to pass on what I've learned

The hardest thing in the world to do is to write straight honest prose on human beings.

He had tried a few practice matches with his left hand. But his left hand had always been a traitor and would not do what he called on it to do and he did not trust it.

I drink a little now once in a while, just to drive the wolf out of the room

What will you do now if they come in the night? What can you do? Fight them, he said. I will fight them until I die.

Nick did not want to go in there now. He felt a reaction against deep wading with the water deepening up under his armpits, to hook big trout in places impossible to land them. In the swamp the banks were bare, the big cedars came together overhead, the sun did not come through, except in patches; in the fast deep water, in the half light, the fishing would be tragic. In the swamp fishing was a tragic adventure. Nick did not want it. He did not want to go down the stream any farther today. He

To worry was as bad as to be afraid. It simply made things more difficult. He

perhaps it is clear why a writer should be interested in the constant, bullying, murderous, slovenly crime of war.

Sometimes all niceness gone and glad to get out on the street but always another day starting and then another night.

He wants to in the whirl of his own weakness. But the river is coming. By being forced to change, he'll be powerful in change.

I had hoped for something. Defeat? No. Something more. There isn't anything more. Except victory. It may be worse.

Because, just then, death had come and rested its head on the foot of the cot and he could smell its breath.

Ernest Hemingway

But, in yourself, you said that you would write about these people ... and for once it would be written by some one who knew what he was writing of. But he would never do it, because each day of not writing, of comfort, of being that which he despised, dulled his ability and softened his will to work so that, finally, he did no work at all.

So, he said to himself, we did well to stop the quarrelling. He had never quarrelled much with this woman, while with the women that he loved he had quarrelled so much they had finally, always, with the corrosion of the quarrelling, killed what they had together. He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.

Let's say that he should go out and hang himself because he finds that writing well is impossibly difficult. Then he should be cut down without mercy and forced by his own self to write as well as he can for the rest of his life. At least he will have the story of the hanging to commence with.

They had a sound basis of union. Margot was too beautiful for Macomber to divorce her and Macomber had too much money for Margot ever to leave him.

If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too bit there will be no special hurry.

Night is always darker before the dawn and life is the same, the hard times will pass, every thing will get better and sun will shine brighter then ever.

what is the benefit of this, that we win the war, but lose our goals from the revolution

El hombre no está hecho para la derrota. Al hombre se le puede destruir, pero no derrotar.

You saw fear and apprehension. The fear was made by what he had been through. The apprehension was for the possibility of evil he imagined.

God pity the Spanish people. Any leader they have will muck them.

It was easier to live under a regime than to fight it. But