Quotes About Struggle

So, yeah, insane people give me hope. Courage to go on being sane and alive, always with the cure at hand, should I ever tire and need it: madness.

Realice su propia labor salvadora, y si se ahoga, muera, por lo menos, sabiendo que se dirigía hacia la playa.

The nightmare of living was begun.

How many times has my mother said, 'Don't eat so much, Chris, your eyes are bigger than your stomach?'" "A million times." "Two million. Well, paraphrase it, Ralph. Change it to 'Don't see so much, Chris, your mind is too big for your body.' I got a war on between a mind that wants things my body can't give it.

Don't see so much, Chris, your mind is too big for your body.' I got a war on between a mind that wants things my body can't give it.

Suddenly, he needed the gun again, to touch the shape of killing, like touching that wild old man.

Preciso ver meu psiquiatra agora. Sou obrigada a ir. Eu invento coisas para dizer. Não sei o que ele pensa de mim. Ele diz que sou uma cebola normal! Dou muito trabalho para ele ficar descascando as camadas.

The mosquitos were gone from the porch, and surely when they abandoned the conflict the war with Time was really done, there was nothing for it but that humans also forsake the battleground.

You want to cry some more, go on ahead. I did the same last night." "You, sir?" "God's truth. Thinking of everything ahead. Both sides figuring the other side will just give up, and soon, and the war done in weeks, and us all home. Well, that's not how it's going to be. And maybe that's why I cried.

Il sentit son corps se scinder en deux, devenir chaleur et froidure, tendresse et dureté, tremblement et impassibilité, chaque moitié grinçant contre l'autre.

Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together. Now, it's your turn. Jump!

You're very tired, he said. You've traveled a long way and you belong to a tired people who've been without faith a long time, and you want to believe so much now that you're interfering with yourself. You'll only make it harder if you kill. You'll never find him that way.

Will's father struck one blow before his left hand was seized, held, squeezed. As the boys watched, shouting, they saw Charles Halloway gasp and fall to one knee. Mr. Dark squeezed that left hand harder

Men throw huge shadows on the lawn, don't they? Then, all their lives, they try to run to fit the shadows. But the shadow are always longer. Only at noon can a man fit in his own shoes, his own best suit, for a few brief minutes. But we're in a new age where we can think up a Big Idea and run it around in a machine. That makes the machine more than a machine, doesn't it?

And Ireland itself? Is the largest open-air penal colony in history

Do you know the legend of Hercules and Antaeus, the giant wrestler, whose strength was incredible so long as he stood firmly on the earth? But when he was held, rootless, in midair, by Hercules, he perished easily. If there isn't something in that legend for us today, in this city, in our time, then I am completely insane.

the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for dinner

post-apocalyptic world where death provides the best way out of a ravaged landscape.

Father had to choose between finishing a story or playing with the girls. I chose to play, of course, which endangered the family income. An office had to be found. We couldn't afford one.

going away from the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapours for supper.

but fight we must, if only a gentle bout.

Let us go into her room and strangle her," said one of the men. "No, that would not be right," said a woman. "Let us throw her from the window." Everyone laughed tiredly.

A man, a woman, rather than walk away from, or kill, each other, ride each other a lifetime, pulling hair, extracting fingernails, the pain of each to the other like a narcotic that makes existence worth the day.

I'm numb, he thought. When did the numbness really begin in my face? In my body? ...The numbness will go away, he thought. It'll take time, but I'll do it, or Faber will do it for me. Someone somewhere will give me back the old face and the old hands the way they were.