Quotes About Struggle

An artist has been defined as a neurotic who continually cures himself with his art.

for they was never a young man yet who don't want to go out and right a wrong, or kill a man, or have to do something to earn his right to what is there for the taking, all along. Only he don't think he can ask, nor take, without earning it. Without no pain. Oftener than not, a young man's a regular fool.

Only in a world where faith is difficult can faith exist.

I'm not very good at being alive. Sometimes I despair of ever mastering it, getting it right. When I'm old, perhaps.

The so-called Real World. Human misery and sadness. Blind politics and general cruelty.

I simply write what I want, wish, long to write.... The state of human life and the god or demon within. The constant internal war that being alive can conjure.

I like writing about women, weak and strong, pathetic and heroic. I like writing about men, ditto. And all the variants of men and women, beasts and demons.

I held out my book. It was precious to me, as were all the things I'd written; even where I despised their inadequacy there was not one I would disown. Each tore its way from my entrails. Each had shortened my life, killed me with its own special little death.

I would say that playing this character has caused me to think about a lot of things. He's always questioning himself and trying to get back to something he lost touch with and trying to find forgiveness. Everybody struggles with these things to some extent in their life.

Every human being was a victim of something, whether it was desire, addiction, ignorance, or faith.

But the boy knew that monsters didn't die as easily as hope.

This place Augusta National rejects me like a skin transplant.

My swing is so bad I look like a caveman killing his lunch.

When you're poor, you know nothing about the future, you know nothing about the world, nothing that goes on outside 300 yards around you.

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I served everyone automatically, keeping a big smile on my face, but inside I felt like a jar lid that's been twisted on too tight.

I did try to get a few of those teen high-school movies, but they just didn't like me. I guess I wasn't a certain type.

So there developed another kind, more of a lumpen hippie, who really came from an abused childhood—from parents that hated them, from parents that threw them out. Maybe they came from a religious family that would call them sluts or say, "You had an abortion, get out of here" or "I found birth control pills in your purse, get out of here, go away." And those kids fermented into a kind of hostile street person. Punk types.

The ragman is fate, but you bring him to pass. There's never a rag, but you make it, alas!

The kindest souls are ever Those who sin and suffer most, And who thoughtfully endeavor To forget whereof men boast.

Life is the tamer of the wild beast of humanity.

No matter whether failure came A thousand different times, For one brief moment of success, Life rang its golden chimes.

He who hasn't tasted bitter things hasn't earned sweet things.

We and the world, my children, will always be at war. Retreat is impossible. Arm yourselves.