Quotes About Struggle

Once a week, I am a very desperate man.

For of fortunes sharp adversitee The worst kynde of infortune is this, A man to han ben in prosperitee, And it remembren, whan it passed is.

Man is a fighting animal; his thoughts are his banners, and it is a failure of nerve in him if they are only thoughts.

What we owe men is some freedom from their part in a murderous game in which they kick each other to death with one foot, bracing themselves on our various comfortable places with the other.

Can it be that action is active resignation? Something is trying to develop; it moves ever so slightly, and there comes your man of action and bashes in the hothouse windows.

Skinny guys fight till they're burger.

Believe me, for certain men at least, not taking what one doesn't desire is the hardest thing in the world.

What is it about men, anyway? You can't live with 'em and the law frowns on neutering them. It's not exactly a win-win situation.

If only men came made to order. It's so hard to find a decent fellow.

Women have very little idea of how much men hate them.

Sometimes it's more difficult to exist as a female lead, especially in action movies because all those men are around you. They take so much place.

Other wars end eventually in victory, defeat or exhaustion, but the war between men and women goes on forever.

Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.

The consolation of reading biography: Most great men have led lives even more miserable than our own.

I don't know if great times make great men, but I know they can kill them.

In a narrow sphere great men are blunderers.

A great man may commence life in a hovel.

Before 'Mad Men,' I definitely had very dry spells and I know what those feel like, and I don't think that ever leaves you as an actor.

Lives of great men all remind us greatness takes no easy way.

There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I.

In one day, I have times where I'm feeling great, I feel like I love my life, and then 2:30 rolls around and I'm the angriest man alive. My wife sees it.

What use would wings be to a man bound in iron fetters? They would only drive him to even greater despair.

Here, in the dread tribunal of last resort, valor contended against valor. Here brave men struggled and died for the right as God gave them to see the right.

I myself was and still am a child of the people. It was not for the capitalists that I undertook this struggle; it was for the German working man that I took my stand.