Quotes About Struggle

war between paralyzed telepaths.

If the world is going to be regarded as a continual hunting, fishing and fighting expedition," said Dorothy, "— if it is to be regarded in terms of the primitive male activities — then it will go on as it has gone on, with booms, depressions, and wars... It's going to be Caesars and World Wars throughout a long future

He wrapped her around his hands and then yanked her inside out.

Back when Alistair had made his promise to Hope and Arthur. A promise that had been nearly impossible to keep.

The way Dad's face changes. The darkness. The words. The news that tells me what has just happened in a place at the bottom of the world. What does "crevasse" mean? I am shouting now. Screaming. WHAT DOES "CREVASSE" MEAN? I wanted it to go away. Every part of me, every nerve in my brain, was trying to dull the image, to shove it away, make it disappear.

Fight it, and the bad memories will consume you, like all diseases. I have seen it happen . .

We were in a ninja fight, Dan said in amazement. For the first time in my nonvirtual life. And I hated it.

I hate being in my brain sometimes. I have to get out. - Dan

dug itself into the

more than eight hundred thousand Americans file for personal bankruptcy every year.

Well, he was scarcely a parfit gentil knight; as Wolfie said, he looked like some Hollywood Geronimo trying to kick a ninety-dollar habit.

Watson told her that the sorry help at Chatham Bend these days couldn't pour piss out of a boot that had the instructions written on the heel.

made all our hopes and struggles in this world simply ridiculous for the fundamental reason that our precious human life, for all its joys, was blood-soaked, cruel, and empty, with only sorrow, fear, disease at its dark end, fading to nothingness. Staring back at him, I thought, Was this a society of human beings or some purgatory where folks was condemned to live their lives with a laughing killer loose amongst them like a wolf?

There were far too many at my birthday party, and I wouldn't have invited any of them. I couldn't see them at first, because it takes a few days for the eyes to open, but they made their presence felt. Try having breakfast with a football team, all of them fighting to get hold of the same piece of toast, and you'll know what I went through.

Ambition interests me because it's such a surefire indicator of damage.

David Frost: It's all right. He wants me to do this. To finish him off. John Birt: What? David Frost: He wants the wilderness.

In either mythology, ancient Irish or modern Jungian, we see the struggle to arrive at a workable arrangement with the forces of Nature, so that we neither try to triumph over her nor naively succumb to her. The first strategy leads to a sense of inflation and emotional sterility, the second to madness.

Indeed, throughout his life, Elvis had a knack of appearing normal, of being able to relate 104 THE INNER ELVIS to the common person. At the same time, his tendency to play the role of being normal when in fact he was in dire need of assistance would, later in life, dictate his fate. Elvis acted to fend off intervention by family, friends, and medical and mental health professionals who attempted repeatedly to help him survive his demons.

In addition, Elvis carried within him a millstone that impeded his initial striving toward musical expression: he didn't really feel deserving. All his life Presley was burdened by deep inner fears of success. He 138 THE INNER ELVIS expected all he had accomplished to evaporate instantly, thrusting him back into the pit of poverty from which he came. He felt this fear of failure from the inception of his career.

When one's life begins with a dead twin brother in a two-room shack with no electricity, rags in the cracks to keep out the winter cold, and a flower in a milk bottle for decoration in the summer, the world can seem angry and ungiving; a teat of sour milk.

Is this, Miriam wonders, what they call the march of history? And even if she doesn't fully understand, it doesn't mean she can't appreciate the need, the periodic need for some people to resort to gasoline, rags, and matches. Doesn't it always come to this? Isn't history as much about tearing things down as it is about building things up?

That spring when I had a great deal of potential and no money at all, I took a job as a janitor.

They locked her in the cage when she started to bleed.

What was it Beckett wrote? 'I can't go on. I'll go on.' Story of my life.