Quotes About Struggle

to square all these circles?

Debt is the worst poverty.

All things are difficult before they are easy.

Money is the sinew of love as well as war.

But knowledge to their eyes her ample pageRich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll;Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,And froze the genial current of the soul.

At a certain point memory becomes a beach strewn with landmines, all life's many losses buried in those sands.

a horribly protracted death that would stretch into the indefinite future, a death not in one month or two or even three but one that might go on and on, with the whole process of dying getting worse every single day for years and years and years.

Extinguished theologians lie about the cradle of every science as the strangled snakes beside that of Hercules; and history records that whenever science and orthodoxy have been fairly opposed, the latter has been forced to retire from the lists, bleeding and crushed if not annihilated; scotched, if not slain.

But all actors go through the process, it's hit and miss, you have achievement and failure.

Their lives have been largely defined by failure and you would think the prospect of marriage, which is supposed to be bountiful and hopeful, it's just really another kind of tangential thing in his life.

Once victim, always victim - that's the law!

People go on marrying because they can't resist natural forces, although many of them may know perfectly well that they are possibly buying a month's pleasure with a life's discomfort.

These purblind Doomsters had as readily strownBlisses about my pilgrimage as pain.

What of the faith and fire within usMen who march awayEre the barn cocks sayNight is growing gray,Leaving all that here can win us.

Happiness was but the occasional episode in a general drama of pain.

People go on marrying because they can't resist natural forces, although many of them may know perfectly well that they are possibly buying a month's pleasure with a life's discomfort.

This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don't you think so?

It's hard to have anything isn't it? Rare to get it, hard to keep it. This is a damn slippery planet.

God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.

Over this odd world, this half the world that's dark now, I have to hunt a thing that lives on tears.

Seven cities warr'd for Homer being dead,Who living had no roof to shroud his head.

Life is nasty, brutish, and short

Homo homini lupus

When all the world is overcharged with inhabitants, then the last remedy of all is war, which provideth for every man, by victory or death.