Quotes About Struggle

How many times can a man go down and still be alive?

Poverty made a sound like a wet cough in the shadows of the room.

Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.

She wanted to get at the hate of them all, to pry at it and work at it until she found a little chink, and then pull out a pebble or a stone or a brick and then a part of the wall, and, once started, the whole edifice might roar down and be done away with.

For being good is a fearful occupation; men strain at it & sometimes break in two. I've known a few. You work twice as hard to be a farmer as to be his hog.

if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore

He felt his body divide itself into a hotness and a coldness, a softness and a hardness, a trembling and a hot trembling, the two halves grinding one upon the other

We lost our faith and went around wondering what life was for. If art was no more than a frustrated out-flinging of desire, if religion was no more than self-delusion, what good was life? Faith had always given us answers to all things. But it all went down the drain with Freud and Darwin. We were and still are a lost people.

I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else.

See the fish...Just like war. War swims along, sees food, contracts. A moment later - Earth is gone.

No to write, for many of us, is to die.

I guess I'm everything they say I am, all right. I haven't any friends. That's supposed to prove I'm abnormal. But everyone I know is either shouting or dancing around like wild or beating up one another. Do you notice how people hurt each other nowadays?

Is it true, the world works hard and we play? Is that why we're hated so much?

I'll tell you, said Beatty, smiling at his cards. That made you for a little while a drunkard. Read a few lines and off you go over the cliff. Bang, you're ready to blow up the world, chop off heads, knock down women and children, destroy authority. I know. I've been through it all.

It was only the other night everything was fine and the next thing I know Im drowning. How many times can a man go down and still be alive? I can't breathe

War is a bad thing, but peace can be a living horror

Man has always been half-monster, half-dreamer.

Going away from the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for dinner.

A conglomerate heap of trash, that's what I am. But it burns with a high flame.

We must take arms each and every day, perhaps knowing that the battle can not be entirely won, but fight we must, if only a gentle bout. The smallest effort to win means, at the end of each day, a sort of victory.

There were differences between memories and dreams. He had only dreams of things he had wanted to do, while Lespere had memories of things done and accomplished. And this knowledge began to pull Hollis apart, with a slow, quivering precision.

People die every day, psychologically speaking. Some part of them gets tired. And that small part tries to kill off the entire person.

Come on, get up, get up, you can't just sit! But he was still crying and that had to be finished.

He stood and he only had one leg. The other was like a chunk of burnt pine-log he was carrying along as a penance for some obscure sin.