Quotes About Struggle

You see a man, he scratchin to make it. Think once he got it made everthing be all right. But you dont never have it made. Dont care who you are. Look up one mornin and you a old man. You aint got nothin to say to your brother. Dont know no more'n when you started.

He is sinking into a darkness he cannot even comprehend. Darkness and immobilizing cold.

I knew that courage came with less struggle for some than for others but I believed that anyone who desired it could have it. That the desire was the thing itself. The thing itself. I could think of nothing else of which that was true.

In the smoking dawn the party riding ragged and bloody with their baled peltries looked less like victors than the harried afterguard of some ruined army retreating across the meridians of chaos and old night, the horses stumbling, the men tottering asleep in the saddles.

Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.

Before man was war waited for him.

You care if I say somethin. Say it. Why don't we do what we said and just trade like he wasnt here. Damn if you aint awful hard on a man. Callin on him to follow his own advice. It's hell aint it.

He stood in the center of the square where the tracks of commerce lay fossilized in dried mud about him, turning, an amphitheatrical figure in that moonwrought waste manacled to a shadow that struggled grossly in the dust.

He saw men killed with guns and with knives and with ropes and he saw women fought over to the death whose value they themselves set at two dollars. He saw ships from the land of China

Sizce o devrin insanlar? daha m? gaddard?? diye sordu memur. Adam sel alt?ndaki kasabaya bak?yordu. Hay?r, dedi. DeÄŸildi. Rabbim ilkini yaratt??? günden beri ayn? insanoÄŸlu.

A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with.

There are no absolutes in human misery, and things can always get worse.

I lupi selezionano i lupi, amico. Quale altra creatura potrebbe farlo? E la razza umana non è ancora più rapace? Tutte le cose del mondo sbocciano, maturano e muoiono, ma in quelle dell'uomo non c'è tramonto e il mezzodì del suo fiorire è già l'inizio della notte. Il suo spirito si esaurisce nel momento stesso in cui raggiunge l'acme. Per lui il meridiano è insieme il crepuscolo e la sera del giorno. Gli piace giocare? Faccia la sua puntata.

What joins men together, he said, is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.

Vous ne me laisserez pas plaider ma cause. Je connais votre cause. Votre cause c'est qu'il s'est passé certaines choses sur lesquelles vous n'avez aucun pouvoir. C'est vrai. Je suis certaine que c'est vrai. Mais ça ne fait pas une cause. Je n'ai pas de sympathie pour les gens auxquels des choses arrivent. C'est peut-être la malchance, mais est-ce que cela doit compter en leur faveur ?

And I said no ma'am I just aim to quit. I ain't ahead by a damn sight. I never will be.

I'm a fugitive from the ways of this world. I'd be a fugitive from my mind if I had me some snow.

Shoo, said the old man. I wouldn't turn Satan away for a drink.

Memories dim with age. There is no repository for our images. The loved ones who visit us in dreams are strangers. To even see aright is effort. We seek some witness but the world will not provide one. This is the third history. It is the history that each man makes alone out of what is left to him. Bits of wreckage. Some bones. The words of the dead. How make a world of this? How live in that world once made?

You listen to me, he said. Dont you let em think they aint goin to have to. You hear me? I intend to make em kill me. I wont take nothin less. They either got to kill us or let us be. There aint no middle ground.

What joins men together is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.

I know they was families got thowed off their farms back in the thirties by the TVA and come to Anderson County and got thowed off all over again. They was even families had been removed from their homesteads in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park in the thirties, TVA in the thirties again, and the atom bomb in the forties. By that time they didnt have nothin.

They was some of em wound up just livin in the woods like animals. And that was a cold winter, too. People would see em crossin the road at night in the carlights. Whole families. Carryin blankets. Pots and pans. People tried to find em. Take em some flour and meal. Coffee. Maybe a little sidemeat. I think about those children. I do yet.

Cormac McCarthy