Quotes About Struggle

As writing is one of the desperate professions, it has universal appeal, especially for those not engaged in it.

Three quarters of these people know Instinctively what ought to be The nature of society And how they'd live there if they could. If it were easy to be good, And cheap, and plain as evil, how, We all would be its members now...

Anybody looking for a quiet life has picked the wrong century to born in.

There was a time in L.A. when I drove to 7-Eleven to go grocery shopping, and I locked my keys in my car, which wasn't insured. My wallet was in there, and I couldn't call AAA, because I only had $7 in my bank account. It was one of those moments where I was like, 'O.K., I literally have nothing right now.'

Men want a challenge, but they want a challenge they can win.

When I decided to be a singer, my mother warned me I'd be alone a lot. Basically we all are. Loneliness comes with life.

I can't run from myself There's nowhere to hide

The hardest work in the world is being out of work.

At issue was the question whether this man's faith could prevail against a man whose equal faith it was that this society is sick beyond saving, and that mercy itself pleads for its swift extinction and replacement by another.

Crime, violence, infamy are not tragedy. Tragedy occurs when a human soul awakes and seeks, in suffering and pain, to free itself from crime, violence, infamy, even at the cost of life. The struggle is the tragedy - not defeat or death. That is why the spectacle of tragedy has always filled men, not with despair, but with a sense of hope and exaltation.

It is b]etter to die on the losing side than to live under communisim.

Art is long, life is short. Unless your funding is f%$ked, in which case all our days are numbered.

I have no idea what depression even was until I was in my twenties, once I was pretty sure that I had it, I suffered with it for another fifteen years, because I was ashamed, I was embarrassed, and I was afraid.

Because my brain is broken. There's all sorts of interesting medical and neurochemical reasons for it, and I've learned everything I can about them,* but knowing all of that isn't enough to make my brain magically start processing serotonin and norepinephrine and dopamine in a balanced way

I live with depression and anxiety.* I take medication, I practice meditation and CBT, and I see a therapist regularly to help me handle it. It doesn't control my life, and it doesn't define my life . . . but when it's really bad, it sure feels like it does. When it's really bad, it feels like it is the only thing in my entire life, the Alpha and Omega of my existence.

I also know that I've been letting depression make me feel like shit for the last month or so, and I know that depression lies, so I'm probably just fixated on all the worst case stuff, and not paying enough attention to the awesome stuff." And the second those words came out of my mouth, it was like someone cast Dispel Depression.* I felt the weight of it lift off me.

And it's not like I never reached out for help. I did! I just didn't know what questions to ask, and the adults I was close to didn't know what answers to give.

Like all the other things I'd agonized over, the process of making the decision took more time and energy—and was more painful and scary—than the result.

I wanted to be a great white hunter, a prospector for gold, or a slave trader. But then, when I was eight, my parents sent me to a boarding school in South Africa. It was the equivalent of a British public school with cold showers, beatings and rotten food. But what it also had was a library full of books.

beware of your most implacable enemy-yourself.

I believe that there are dark and difficult days ahead, and you won't be playing for an increase in company dividens - you will be playing for the survival of a nation, and if you fail, it will mean the end of the world you know. You will not suffer alone -

We are all mere insects caught in the web that the gods spin for us.

I just can't find the time to write my mind the way I want it to read.

We want a good life with a nose for things, the fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering. I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue. Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?