Quotes About Struggle

Purpose is but the slave to memory, Of violent birth, but poor validity;

True it is that we have seen better days.

Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, Another thing to fall. - Angelo, Act 2 Scene 1

Diseases desperate grown, By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all.

Fight till the last gasp.

Now, good sir, what are you? EDGAR A most poor man made tame to fortune's blows, Who by the art of known and feeling sorrows Am pregnant to good pity.

Hark, how hard he fetches breath.

There is Throats to be cut, and Works to be done.

He will fence with his own shadow.

too much sadness hath congealed your blood, And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

Hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.

Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne.

Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare, forked animal as thou art.

My desolation does begin to make a better life.

When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won.

I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.

Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition

in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England: Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he achiev'd And left it to his son imperial lord. Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King of France and England did this King succeed; Whose state so many of had the managing, That they lost France and made his England bleed.

cayó en la melancolía, luego en la inapetencia, de allí en el insomnio, de éste en el abatimiento, más tarde en el delirio y, por esta fatal pendiente, en la locura, que ahora le hace desvariar y que todos lamentamos.

pero perseverar en obstinado desconsuelo es una conducta de impía terquedad; es un pesar indigno del hombre; muestra una voluntad rebelde al Cielo, un corazón débil, un alma sin resignación, una inteligencia limitada e inculta.

Tempt not a desperate man

Now is a time to storm; why art thou still? TITUS ANDRONICUS: Ha, ha, ha! MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour. TITUS ANDRONICUS: Why, I have not another tear to shed:

Hopeless and helpless doth AEgeon wend, But to procrastinate his lifeless end.

I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; In every one of these no man is free...