Quotes About Struggle

life is like a bed of roses so watch out for the thorns

Life lives, life dies. Life laughs, life cries. Life gives up and life tries. But life looks different through everyone's eyes.

Life was made to be enjoyed as well as endured.

Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.

Maybe life isn't about avoiding the bruises. Maybe it's about collecting the scars to prove we showed up for it.

Not many understand the violence it took to become this soft...

People who make others happy are usually the most broken ones.

Some days you're the dog, and some days you're the hydrant.

The time when there is nothing at all in your soul except a cry for help may be just that time when God can't give it: you are like the drowning man who can't be helped because he clutches and grabs. Perhaps your own reiterated cries deafen you to the voice you hoped to hear.

War doesn't determine who is right, only who is left.

We are all failures-at least the best of us are.

Everybody wants happiness, nobody wants pain, but you can't have a rainbow without a little rain.

The Gita reminded him of the joker of Madna. "If thou wilt not fight thy battle battle of life because in selfishness thou art afraid of the battle, thy resolution is in vain: nature will compel thee. Because thou art in the bondage of Karma, of the forces of thine own past life.

That men at some time are masters of their fates was no longer merely a famous quotation. The idea haunted him, continually taunting him to confront it, but his mind responded only dully, in slow ineffective spasms. He did not know whether he should resign himself to his world, and to the rhythm that, living as we do, is imposed upon us, or whether he should believe in the mere words of an ancient Hindu poem, which held that action was better than inaction.

The rich people not only had all the money, they had all the chance to get more; they had all the know-ledge and the power, and so the poor man was down, and he had to stay down.

Into this wild-beast tangle these men had been born without their consent, they had taken part in it because they could not help it; that they were in jail was no disgrace to them, for the game had never been fair, the dice were loaded. They were swindlers and thieves of pennies and dimes, and they had been trapped and put out of the way by the swindlers and thieves of millions of dollars.

To do that would mean, not merely to be defeated, but to acknowledge defeat- and the difference between these two things is what keeps the world going.

So he went on, tearing up all the flowers from the garden of his soul, and setting his heel upon them.

Nobody rose in Packingtown by doing good work. You could lay that down for a rule—if you met a man who was rising in Packingtown, you met a knave. That man who had been sent to Jurgis' father by the boss, he would rise; the man who told tales and spied upon his fellows would rise; but the man who minded his own business and did his work—why, they would "speed him up" till they had worn him out, and then they would throw him into the gutter.

She also told me it wore down her spirit to live in the desert landscape that was parched by midsummer, to plant a garden each spring and struggle to keep it alive past July.

If you see a whole thing — it seems that it's always beautiful. Planets, lives... But up close a world's all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life's a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern.

What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?

The world was hard and fierce, but it also contained tomato sandwiches, and if that didn't make it a world worth living in, your standards were unreasonably high.

I hate prophesies! All they're good for is an extra club to beat yourself up with after the fact.