Quotes About Struggle

In time we hate that which we often fear.

If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Give me a case to put my visage in: A visor for a visor! what care I What curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.

William Shakespeare

Men in rage strike those that wish them best.

Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won

All causes shall give way: I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.

I am a man more sinned against than sinning

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *It's sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it's actually very rough when you experience it.*

Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!

The miserable have no other medicine But only hope: I have hope to live, and am prepared to die.

When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

My stars shine darkly over me

Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again: and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing.

Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.

Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?