Quotes About Struggle

I think it is inevitable that people program poorly. Training will not substantially help matters. We have to learn to live with it.

Man's life is a warfare against the malice of men.

But to doubt God and to question His motives causes our faith to shrink until literally we cease to be believers—we are believers in name, but not in practice or in action.

I keep hoping that one day I will arise reborn from my phoenix dreams instead of feeling like day-after barbecue.

wished the Citroën were an automatic. He could have put it in drive and let it commit suicide on its own. The stick meant he had to push it over the edge.

He who fights monsters should look to it that he himself doesn't become a monster.

William Cummings was right: there are no atheists in foxholes.

You know things aren't right in your life when you look forward to going back to war," he said.

My walk through the flames permanently scarred my face, but it was the hidden scars that disabled me even more than the obvious ones.

The race is not always to the swift." "Nor the battle to the strong.

Prepare for war, I thought, and pray for peace.

At first the wave of Persia's fleet rolled firm, but next, as our ships jammed into the narrows and no one could help any other and our own bronze teeth bit into our own strakes, whole oarbanks shattered.

Sweetness and Night Long past indignant at the loss of dignity, almost amused by it, but not, every moment of the day a strip search in public, every breath a punishment for what? she couldn't say, which makes her no less penitent, sitting forward, head bowed, in the chair she can't get out of without help, which is itself another punishment,

As soon as you were born you were captured by fresh air that you screamed against the minute you came out. Then you were roped in by a factory, had a machine slung around your neck, and then you were hooked up by the arse with a wife.

the long-distance run of an early morning makes me think that every run like this is a life- a little life, I know- but a life as full of misery and happiness and things happening as you can ever get really around yourself

If you went through life refusing all the bait dangled in front of you, that would be no life at all. No changes would be made and you would have nothing to fight against. Life would be dull as ditchwater.

Hope to the very end, he told himself, even when you've slipped into the fires of Hell and the flames are searing your guts.

Because when on a raw and frosty morning I get up at five o'clock and stand shivering my belly off on the stone floor and all the rest still have another hour to snooze before the bells go, I slink downstairs through all the corridors to the big outside door with a permit running-card in my fist, I feel like the first and last man in the world, both at once, if you can believe what I'm trying to say.

The more we struggle for life (as pleasure), the more we are actually killing what we love.

But we have not understood the world; how its way is to destroy without destroying, the way air levels a mountain; things fly apart in a vacuum... It wears us to the hard thing we cannot help being; and if the only hard thing is our determination not to be hard, it wears us down to that.

my venturings had become desperate searches for the sustenance of torment.

The persecution that was destroying me had become a necessity.

As a teen, I was both anorexic and bulimic.

For four to six months at a time, I would barely eat. I lived on a diet of Melba toast, carrots, and black coffee.