Quotes About Struggle

It should seem as if there were a few green sunny spots in the desert of life, to which we are always hastening forward: we eye them wistfully in the distance, and care not what perils or suffering we endure, so that we arrive at them at last.

Men may scoff, and men may pray, but they pay every pleasure with a pain.

The bar was jammed with the Happy Hour crowd. I elbowed through the press and ordered a double Manhattan on the rocks. When it came, I took a long swallow and struggled back with

A day of battle is a day of harvest for the devil.

Fear is a numbing thing when there is no recourse to hope or escape...

We are imperfect. We cannot expect perfect government.

We are all imperfect. We can not expect perfect government.

Sometimes people call me a success for all the reasons that make me think I'm a failure.

I don't know what the game was. I only know its name; they call it life. I'm not sure how it should be played. No one ever told me. No one ever tells anybody. I only know we must have played it wrong. We broke some rule or other along the way, and never knew it at the time. I don't know what the stakes are. I only know we've forfeited them, they're not for us. We've lost. That's all I know. We've lost, we've lost.

Life blindly breeds, battles, and slaughters its way up to mind and rationality

Nature breeds a vast oversupply of experiments and then sterilizes the failures by murdering them.

a famous quote by Nietzsche, "Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster.

the best fishing is done in the most stormy waters.

In the words of classicist Jennifer Wise, "With little exaggeration, it could be said that the entirety of the Odyssey ultimately boils down to one simple technological problem: the epic hero's inability to write home."35

Dieting and investing are both simple, but neither is easy.

History is a bath of blood.

Success is brought by continued labor and continued watchfulness. We must struggle on, not for one moment hesitate, nor take one backward step.

You shall not press down upon the brow of labor this crown of thorns. You shall not crucify mankind upon a cross of gold.

Thomas Jefferson, on the other hand, was feeling the effects of time. "Here a pivot, there a wheel, now a pinion, next a spring will give way," Jefferson grumbled in a note to Adams. He could no longer walk very far, although he tried to ride two or three hours a day.

But after awhile you stand up, wipe the frost out of your ear, go someplace to get warm, bum a nickel for coffee, and then start walkin' toward somewheres else that ain't near no bridge.

In the years after the death of Petrus, Hillegond had refused all offers of marriage, certain that her knowledge of men, despite her uncountable intimate encounters with them, was seriously bescrewed. Further, she grew certain from a recurring nightmare that should she ever consider a man as a second spouse, he would strangle her in her bed with a ligature.

He would not chance arrest by crawling into a corner of one of the old houses on Lower Broadway where the cops swept through periodically with their mindless net. What difference did it make whether four or six or eight lost men slept under a roof and out of the wind in a house with broken stairs and holes in the floors you could fall through to death, a house that for five or maybe ten years had been inhabited only by pigeons? What difference?

God never promised us an easy life. He never promised that we wouldn't suffer, that we wouldn't feel despair and loneliness and confusion and desperation. What he did promise was that in our suffering we would never be alone. And though we may sometimes make ourselves blind and deaf to his presence he is beside us and around us and within us always. We are never separated from his love.

In every human being, there are two wolves constantly fighting. One is fear, and the other is love. When Cork had asked which of the wolves won the battle, Meloux's answer had been: The one you feed. Always the one you feed.