Quotes About Struggle

He felt good for once, he really did. Maybe the deal was that life had to break your body down before you could see it. Maybe there wasn't any other racket in town except this one that brought you to your nadir and challenged you to build yourself back up from it, then showed you that what you'd done at least meant something to someone.

Who knows which takes more courage—to die in battle, or to live in vain? It cuts all of us in two, I suppose." Hamilton

If the war had proved anything it was that life had unexpected resistance to the instruments with which men had been issued. Simonson

The first problem of war was that no one was any good at it yet.

Her mother set to with the hairbrush again. "But would that be so awful, darling? To be the prettiest thing in Brimscombe-and-Thrupp?" "I should rather die." "You nearly did." "Yes, but I tend to blame the Germans.

Sarah has had the middle finger of her left hand amputated] and she says that when she types: I can't rely on E,D, and C anymore. They go missing when I need them most. Pleased becomes please. Ecstasies becomes stasis.

You ever wonder why an East Eng girl like me hasn't got much in the way of family? Well here's the reasons Petra. World War 1. World War 2. Falklands War. Gulf War 1. Gulf War 2 and the War on Drugs. You can take your pick because I've lost whole bloody chunks of my family in all of them.

But life is not inclined to let any of us escape.

I realized that I was carrying two cargoes. Yes, one of them was horror, but the other one was hope. I realized I had killed myself back to life.

He wouldn't give up, but if i am strict and force myself now to decide upon the precise moment in this whole story when my heart irreparably broke, it was the moment when I saw the weariness and the doubt creep into my son's small muscles as his fingers slipped, for the tenth time, from the pale oak lid.

Life took longer to reassemble than it did to blow apart,

I am telling you, trouble is like the ocean. It covers two thirds of the world.

There was less of him now. There was less of them all. Officers and men dragged themselves around in uniforms three sizes too big, new holes punched into every belt, every collar hanging loose. They were a garrison of skinny boys performing a play about soldiers.

How could he even attempt it, after eight days and nights of bombing? And yet this is when he must write: now, in the lull between attacks...War made one do everything when one wasn't at all ready. Dying, yes, but also living.

For me and the girls from my village, horror is a disease and we are sick with it. It is not an illness you can cure yourself of by standing up and letting the big red cinema seat fold itself up behind you.

We are a nation of glorious cowards, ready to battle any evil but our own." Her

We are a nation of glorious cowards, ready to battle any evil but our own.

There was extraordinary pain behind the ordinary nouns.

Lord," he said, "on this holiest of days, we thank you for food and ammunition. May our ships get through and the enemy's get lost." They all said "Amen" and then the orderlies brought in something that the cook had made out of bread crumbs and canned malevolence. Alistair

All you've seen is trouble, so you think trouble is all you're going to get.

There was no ritual when one fell apart, society preferring to wait until one was lost entirely. The

But the film in your memory, you cannot walk out of it so easily. Wherever you go it is always playing. So when I say that I am a refugee, you must understand that there is no refuge.

trouble is like the ocean. It covers two thirds of the world.

who, what, where, when, and why?