Quotes About Struggle

A burned-out, hobble-footed wreck of a cowboy! but, strangely, there were those at the ranch who learned to love him. They knew his story.

is a fair land, Darby, but a raw, rough land that will use up men until it breeds the kind it needs. Well, I will be used, and I hope to have a hand in the breeding, too.

Waterways would offer the easiest route across country, but any travel was a hardship. Most who traveled understood why the word "travel" had once been "travail.

He should have been drowned at birth.

he had been so right, and she hated him for it.

Vincent Benét's poem The Ballad of William Sycamore.

All copyrights are held by the Stationers' Company, and they pay a pittance. They control all and there is nowhere else to go. A man ekes out an existence only if he can do other things as well. A dramatist does scarcely better, for he must sell his copyright to the theatrical companies, and if he gets as much as six pounds he is fortunate. No, my friend, it is no way to earn a living.

rip our bottom out.

One would be a man alone, and alone he must fight and die, or fight and live.

Bell. His next punch was a clean miss, but if Bell missed any at all they had been invisible punches, for Bell had promptly given him such a beating that it was three days before he could ride out of town. No man in a lifetime takes two such beatings. No man could take them. When Jud Devitt approached

It was a life that had left him rich in experience, but poor in goods of the world. The experience was the hard-fisted experience of cold winters, dry ranges, and the dusty bitterness

He had been the best of fathers and it was never easy to be a father to strong sons growing up in a strange land, each coming to manhood, each asserting himself, loving the father yet wishing to be free of him, finding fault to make the break easier. So it had been since the world began, for the young do not remain young and the time must come when each must go out on his own grass. I

but two shots, and then it was the knife until death.

fighting man. Loss Degner was bad all through and made no

Whenever was it easy for such a man as I? The scars I carry speak of no easy times, lad

If I make one last prayer I ask that your god grant me an enemy.

opening. Sticks were broken, a fire started.

arm was seized and he was thrown over Fallon's back with a flying mare. He hit the ground with a thud and Fallon fell upon him, a knee driving into his solar plexus as Fallon came down, then that

It was a pity, he reflected, that the men of good will are so poorly armed, for at times it was a handicap not to hate.

It is always easier to die, simply to give up, to surrender and let the pain die with you. To fight is to keep pain alive, even to intensify it. And this requires courage for which i had only admiration.

When you know that you know persecution comes easy.

Anxiety is the price tag on human freedom

The subject of Cahier is the cultural dislocation of a French-educated Black man from the islands. The poet finds himself between two worlds, belonging completely to neither, and the poem is the record of his struggle to recover his native identity.

Nothing in life is easy.