Quotes About Struggle

We can only begin to live when we conceive life as Tragedy.

It takes more courage to examine the dark corners of your own soul than it does for a soldier to fight on a battlefield

Out of Ireland have we come. Great hatred, little room, Maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb A fanatic heart.

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold...

Too long a sacrifice Can make a stone of the heart. Oh, when may it suffice?

The intellect of man is forced to choose Perfection of the life, or of the work And if it take the second must refuse A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.

All changed, changed utterly: A terrible beauty is born.

The fascination of what's difficult has dried the sap out of my veins and rent spontaneous joy and natural content out of my heart.

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

When I think of life as struggle with the Daimon who would ever set us to the hardest work among those not impossible, I understand why there is a deep enmity between a man and his destiny, and why a man loves nothing but his destiny.

There is a war between the living and the dead, and the Irish stories keep harping upon it. ("The Queen And The Fool")

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet ; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

We have to do so much, especially in my own country, that our minds gradually cease to be creative, and yet we cannot help it. If our life was a continual Warfare, we would not have taste, we would not know what is good, we would not find hearers and readers.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

Let's not get so ecstatic we ignore the fiscal situation. As my agent so delicately pointed out, most novels--providing they get published--net the author about enough for a new typewriter ribbon and a quart of tequila in which to drown his sorrows when he receives his royalty statement. You will find precious few novelists listed in Dun and Bradstreet.

Any occupation had to be better than wallowing through a sky filled with damp carbon deposits — the excrement of seven million automobiles.

Out of any conflict, the losers create more myths than the winners. It is hardly a surprise. After all, winners have little to explain to themselves. They won. For the loser, however, coping with defeat, dealing with it personally and explaining it to others, places enormous strains on the ego, self-respect, and sense of self-worth of the defeated.

A poor man might count for very little, but he was still free and white, which at least made him better than a free black or a slave, and in a society deeply dominated by class and caste, that was something worth fighting for.

William C. Davis

The Jockey Syndrome has been the primary mechanism in American sports for tilting the ostensibly level playing field of sport away from equal opportunity and toward white supremacy.

It's the anarchy of povertydelights me.

I walk back streetsadmiring the housesof the very poor.

The perfect man of action, is the suicide.