Quotes About Struggle

I worked hard and had support from my family, but it was a grind at Utah State.

There were so many times that, as waitresses, you look at your bank account and you literally have 100 bucks, and you're thinking, 'How am I going to pay my utility bill, my rent?' but at the same time thinking, 'How am I going to accomplish my dreams?'

I remember working as a paralegal at a law firm, being so exhausted that, midday, I would go to the utility closet to take a nap. And to me, that wasn't the evidence of a serious illness; it was evidence that somehow I wasn't able to work long hours or to work as hard as the people around me.

For years, my master had done his utmost to pollute my mind with foul images, and to destroy the pure principles inculcated by my grandmother, and the good mistress of my childhood.

My mother's sympathies were strongly with the Union. She knew that war was bound to come, but so confident was she in the strength of the Federal Government that she devoutly believed that the struggle could not last longer than six months at the utmost.

When you play against top players, sometimes you can play - you can play your utmost and you still get beat.

I would say my theme has always been paradise lost, always the lost cause, the lost leader, the lost utopia.

If you actually succeed in creating a utopia, you've created a world without conflict, in which everything is perfect. And if there's no conflict, there are no stories worth telling - or reading!

I don't see a utopia anywhere for me.

To my utter despair I have discovered, and discover every day anew, that there is in the masses no revolutionary idea or hope or passion.

The Cuban people still live in constant fear of a brutal totalitarian regime that has demonstrated time and again its utter disregard for basic human dignity. The fight for a free Cuba has gone on for far too long.

My great fear has always been complete and utter failure. Hence, you see, all the dispossessed people in my fiction, and why I try to earn as much money as I can. It's a defense. I don't enjoy it or do anything with it.

Generally speaking, the anxiety will pass, which is easy for me to say when I'm not in the middle of an anxiety attack. When you're in the throes of one, it's hard to feel anything other than utter misery and terror.

I've never really suffered complete and utter writer's block, really. I equate it with sex: in the beginning of my career, I was writing five songs a week; now, I occasionally write a song. But it's an exciting moment when it happens!

When Jose Mourinho went to Real Madrid many moons ago, he no question was the man, but he turned them into a defensive side. He went to Chelsea, won the league and all of a sudden he's on the up again. The following year, complete and utter dismay and then he turned Manchester United into a side that finished sixth.

If you're not okay, you might as well not pretend you are, especially since life has a way of holding us down until we utter that magic word: help! That's when angels rush to your side.

Trust me: Every entrepreneur has felt like an utter loser at some point.

I was fine being in the closet at the beginning of my career because that's what you were supposed to be - until I realized that it didn't serve anybody, and I was left feeling utterly empty. This is who I am, so I've gotta be me.

Many who seem to be struggling with adversity are happy; many, amid great affluence, are utterly miserable.

I struggle to watch myself in any scene, to be honest. What's done is done. I wish I was able to watch myself, as it would really help me develop as an actor. But I'm not brave enough. It's a difficult thing to do - looking at yourself as this utterly different person on a screen.

I left WWE because I was utterly miserable wrestling at the time and I needed to get away from the business.

And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.

Like many alcoholics, I was a staggering woman in a chic apartment, sick and utterly disgusting.

I think there's something really painful about your identity being entirely composed of ghosts. For me, I didn't want to be this kid whose Dominicanness was something caught utterly in the past, is an abstraction, the thing that I write about. Instead I wanted it to be, first and foremost, a thing that I lived.