Quotes About Struggle

The trouble with being in the rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat.

Reality is a crutch for people who can't cope with drugs.

You know I have always tried to be honest with you and open about my life, so I need to tell you that part of what you have heard and read is correct. I am addicted to prescription pain medication.

Totisesti on olemassa hetkiä, jolloin elämä on meille liian suurta, jolloin kaikki tyynni on liitossa meitä vastaan pettääkseen ja tuhotakseen toiveemme; silloin ihminen on kuin kulkija, joka on metsässä kadottanut suuntamerkit tai joutunut maanalaiseen luolaan, missä törmää kivimuuriin, kääntyipä minne hyvänsä.

When you have got an elephant by the hind leg, and he is trying to run away, it's best to let him run.

The probability that we may fall in the struggle ought not to deter us from the support of a cause we believe to be just; it shall not deter me.

That is the real issue. That is the issue that will continue in this country when these poor tongues of Judge Douglas and myself shall be silent. It is the eternal struggle between these two principles--right and wrong--throughout the world. They are the two principles that have stood face to face from the beginning of time.

The victor shall soon be the vanquished, if he relax his exertion; and ... the vanquished this year, may be the victor in the next, in spite of all competition.

All the strange, checkered past seems to crowd upon my mind.

The struggle for today is not altogether for today -- it is for a vast future also.

I do not wish to be misunderstood upon this subject of slavery in this country. I suppose it may long exist; and perhaps the best way for it to come to an end peaceably is for it to exist for a length of time. But I say that the spread and strengthening and perpetuation of it are an entirely different proposition. There we should in every way resist it as a wrong, treating it as a wrong, with the fixed idea that it must and will come to an end.

In my judgment, such of us as have never fallen victims have been spared more by the absence of appetite, than from any mental or moral superiority over those who have.

Have we ever had any peace on this slavery question? When are we to have peace upon it if it is kept in the position it now occupies? How are we ever to have peace upon it? That is an important question.

In this troublesome world, we are never quite satisfied. When you were here, I thought you hindered me some in attending to business; but now, having nothing but business---no variety---it has grown exceedingly tasteless to me. I hate to sit down and direct documents, and I hate to stay in this old room by myself.

Sometimes the discovery of something we can classify as our voice coincides with a weariness with that voice, and the struggle begins to create a new voice.

If it's my day to die, then I will die... Death is quick and final. Survival is long and hard.

At its best, parenthood was a challenge. At its worst, it was a struggle through quicksand.

A marriage at the breaking point required a lot of untangling between two people. A lot of talking.

The task of weaning various people and groups from the national nipple will not be easy. The sound of whines, bawls, screams and invective will fill the air as the agony of withdrawal pangs finds voice.

As Linda says again and again, the simple life isn't the easy life. Each soul here is enormously courageous. The conflicts in their lives have not been trivial. It's taken most of them a great deal of time, introspection and explanation to arrive at their chosen sanity. They are intrepid explorers, leaving the security of the known for the hoped-for brighter tomorrow.

They have locked up my body, but can imprision neither my mind nor my soul.

I tell myself I don't have time, but the truth of the matter is I don't know how to reach out.

Columbus isn't exactly the murder capital of the world, but like every city it has a dark side.

There is an incongruity inherent to in being a cop and being formerly Amish. Those two worlds are incompatible and clash in a fundamental and profound way. One repels the other and there is no reconciliation. There's no fitting them together no matter how hard you try to pound the pieces into place. The divergence of those two worlds is a beast that tracks me as I pull into the long gravel lane of my brother's farm.