Quotes About Struggle

don't have fights. I have wars.' To Harkness

The beast he had fought, that ravens upon others, slept underneath my chair.

Who are the bitterest people in the world? The failed idealists, I would think.

I don't have fights. I have wars.

Samuel Johnson: "He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.

Hunter Thompson wrote suicide notes all his life.

Lev Beniov:] "The imminence of death did not frighten me as much as it should have. I had been too afraid for too long; I was too exhausted, too hungry, too feel anything with proper intensity. But if my fear had diminished, it was not because my courage had increased. My body was so weak, so spent, that my legs trembled from the effort of standing upright. I could summon no great concern for anything, including the fate of Lev Beniov.

I didn't know if we were heading for the gallows or an interrogation chamber. The night had passed without sleep; save for a swig from the German's flask, there hadn't been a sip to drink since the rooftop of the Kirov; a lump the size of an infant's fist had swelled where my forehead had cracked the ceiling- it was a bad morning, really; among my worst- but I wanted to live.

What Slattery wants is a ring painted on concrete in the empty desert. With no living spectator around for miles, just him and the grinning demons. A chance to fight them each, one by one . . . to leave them broken and humbled, or even to lose the fights, but with nobility, and earn the respect of all the men who have showed him none. I want peace, he thinks to himself late at night. I want peace. But then he dreams of fistfights.

I was a runt from birth. Big nosed, black haired, skin scribbled with acne—let's admit I was no girl's idea of a catch. But war made me more attractive. Others dwindled as the ration cards were cut and cut again, halving those who looked like circus strongmen before the invasion. I had no muscle to lose. Like the shrews that kept scavenging while the dinosaurs toppled around them, I was built for deprivation.

Nos pasábamos los minutos sobrantes cazando ratas, que debían de haber pensado que la desaparición de los gatos de la ciudad era la respuesta a todas sus antiguas plegarias, hasta que comprendieron que ya no había nada que comer en la basura.

Death is the enemy. The first enemy. And the last... The enemy always wins. But we still need to fight him. That's all I know. You and I won't find much joy while we're here, but we can keep others alive. We can defend those who can't defend themselves. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. Maybe we don't need to understand any more than that. Maybe that's enough.

it is easier to hide your fear when you're afraid all the time.

You understand, my boy? I can't help you. And you can't help me. Nobody can help anybody.' 'I don't believe that.' 'The trouble with this world,' says LoBianco, 'is it has nothing to do with what people believe.

But an innocent conviction of grace, once lost, cannot easily be regained.

The real world is not easy to live in. It is rough; it is slippery. Without the most clear-eyed adjustments we fall and get crushed. A man must stay sober: not always, but most of the time.

In a sacred ground like marriage, you find yourself out of it at certain times for reasons unknown that can be destructive. There could be a demon that kind of comes out and overtakes you.

And these children that you spit on As they try to change their worlds Are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through. - Changes

While the first ships were arriving in Dunkirk, Churchill and the war cabinet were meeting for the third time that day, and his own struggle with his Foreign Secretary was now joined: they disagreed about whether Hitler's terms, offered through the Italians, would be outrageous or not. Churchill said they would be worthless. He didn't feel strong enough to oppose him outright, and tried to delay a decision until they knew what was happening in Dunkirk.

Saw so much of the wickedness of my heart that I longed to get away from myself…I felt almost pressed to death with my own vileness. Oh what a body of death is there in me…Oh the closest walk with God is the sweetest heaven that can be enjoyed on earth!

Saw I was evidently throwing myself into all hardships and distressed in my present undertaking. I thought it would be less difficult to lie down in the grave; but yet I chose to go rather than stay.

And why does England thus persecute the votaries of her science? Why does she depress them to the level of her hewers of wood and her drawers of water? Is it because science flatters no courtier, mingles in no political strife? ... Can we behold unmoved the science of England, the vital principle of her arts, struggling for existence, the meek and unarmed victim of political strife? [Reviewing Charles Babbage's Book, Reflections on the Decline of Science in England (1830)]

The struggle against the weakness in yourself is never a solitary struggle. No person can achieve self-mastery or his or her own.

familiar process before they can acknowledge how comprehensive their problem is. First, they deny that there's something wrong with their life. Then they intensify their efforts to follow the old failing plan. Then they try to treat themselves with some new thrill: They have an affair, drink more, or start doing drugs. Only when all this fails do they admit that they need to change the way they think about life.