Quotes About Struggle

No,' I say l. 'It's not all right. But I couldn't help it

Besides, it doesn't matter if it's real. It never does with dreams. They aren't anything anyway but lifesavers to cling to so you don't drown. Life is an ocean, and most everyone's hanging on to some kind of dream to keep afloat.

Besides, it doesn't matter if it's real. It never does with dreams. They aren't anything anyway but lifesavers to cling to so you don't drown

Life is an ocean, and most everyone's hanging on to some kind of dream to keep afloat

It's too big to change. It's too heavy and all sharp-cornered and shit.

Nothing helps. I'm a black spot on the chest X-ray of the universe.

Somos los Jóvenes-A-Punto-De-Caducar y nos arremolinamos aquí para ocultarnos del pasado y del futuro. Sabemos lo que nos espera: el futuro nos aguarda allí enfrente, como reja de hierro forjado, y el pasado nos ataca desde la retaguarda como un dóberman perverso, solo que nunca se da por vencido.

What's her problem?" Tara asks from behind me. "High expectations," I say. "Misplaced high expectations.

I guarantee there is nothing more depressing than knowing morons have complete power over you.

It was a weird feeling knowing that people were looking to me for help – and frustrating too. You save the damn city a couple times, and suddenly everyone expects miracles from you.

sometimes victory doesn't go to the strongest or swiftest. Sometimes it goes to a desperate dead man with deep pockets.

As much as I hated my mockery of a life, it was the only mockery I had, and I didn't particularly want to lose it. There

But there's a lot to be said for a good war, you know. Like a forest fire, it can be a cleansing force, burning away old, tired wood and making room for invigorating new growth." She flashed a smile. "Besides, it's fun!

They said Indonesia was a failure," Al Pope reflected bitterly. "But we knocked the shit out of them. We killed thousands of Communists, even though half of them probably didn't even know what Communism meant.

Their attempts to make sense of the world had carried heat but little light.

the president's oath to take care that the laws are faithfully executed, and presidents have strained against the strictures of that oath since World War I.

It is not the critic who counts, nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood. Richard Nixon had quoted the same speech the day before

He who has not known war has not known God.

Shoulder to shoulder they stood in a circle of woe, and woe was all their assailants found to greet them.

No matter who was here first, whiteness and American identity have been joined at the hip for centuries; the sons and daughters of England, Ireland, Germany, Scotland and the like, have long been able to look in the mirror and see ourselves as the living embodiment of the American ideal. No matter their prior presence on these shores, the black, brown and red have forever and always had to lobby, petition, plead, scrape, fight and even die for the right to lay claim to that ideal as their own.

some of us are just too damned stupid to save.

I'd forgotten how arrogant people are in the theater, I'm agreeing to starve for a year and he seems to think I should be pleased to have the part.

This is a profligate prison for us all, it's a hellish hole we soldiers have been hauled to because they blame us for losing the war in America.

After I've preached the last sermon I'll ever deliver, I sit in my Audi with my dad's Bible in one hand and a Glock 17 in the other, contemplating how to get away with a robbery. Soon this gun will make me money, send me to prison or kill me. My life is now that simple.