Quotes About Struggle

Accepted nowhere, belonging nowhere, The Human Ant is forced to roam the world, half-ant, half-cow.

I]n the abstract, we may envision an Olympian perfection of perfect beings in Washington doing the business of their employers, the people, but any of us who has ever been at a zoning meeting with our property at stake is aware of the urge to cut through all the pernicious bullshit and go straight to firearms.

After the conflagration, in the final years of humankind, the artists will, once again, be found painting the ceilings of the caves, and the middlemen will, as always, be trying to talk the honest hunters out of their kill. And it may or may not then be remembered, or indeed believed, there was once a time when the two groups were inextricably linked.

We're basically nuts. Human beings, we're basically insane.

Oft did I weary of wrestling with thee. Carved an unknown galley slave into an oar. And Rudyard Kipling into his desk.

Abbott was running a one-man campaign to wreck his own organisation.

David Morrell

He strode with the weight of robbed innocence and a stolen childhood, for a life time of pain and anger, of terror and death. - Frank Balenger

Anybody who tries to pass me will have a headache.

Does the protagonist deny the irreconcilable conflict? Does she lie about it- to herself and others? Does she make a choice between two irreconcilable desires? Then clearly her choice of one over the other reveals something essential about her that was not apparent at the beginning of the story. The protagonist-sometimes consciously, sometimes unconsciously- must reckon then with a new understanding of her character and who she really is and her place in and relationship to the world.

This can't be happenning! Please help me! Please!

your a nobody, an it

Jousting with an obvious hoodlum couldn't hurt.

It is resistance that keeps the feeling going.

We stumble down dark byways into cul-de-sacs and blind alleys; we get exploited and taken, disillusioned, fed up, and we keep on trying.

Hoped if she kept the dream hidden and frozen She soon would forget that she'd never been chosen. But dreams screams as loud whether thriving or dying And Helen despite herself never stopped trying.

I didn't always write for a living, and even back when it was my most fondly held dream to one day be able to do so, writing was difficult. Writing is like pulling teeth. From my dick.

We have become an army of multiply chemically sensitive, high-maintenance princesses trying to make our way through a world full of irksome peas.

But thanks to my rapidly dividing cells, I no longer have that feeling—although I remember it very well—that if I just buckled down to the great work at hand, lived more authentically, stopped procrastinating, cut out sugar, then my best self was just there right around the corner. Yeah, no. I'm done with all that. I

The hiking boots the outdoor adventure magazine sent me to buy - large, ungainly potato like things that I have been trying to break in for the past four days - cut into my feet and draw blood as if the were lined with cheese graters. I have come to hate these Timberlands with a fervor I usually reserve for people. Just think, the shoes I wouldn't be caught dead in might actually turn out to be the shoes I am caught dead in.

Even the most charmed life is a veritable travelogue of disappointment.

When you refuse the devil, you always think you'll get another chance, another offer. A final refusal feels like a penalty of a different kind.

But to die to escape from poverty or love or anything painful is not the mark of a brave man, but rather of a coward; for it is softness to fly from what is troublesome

Our self-made crises are custom-tailored, painstakingly crafted, and always fit perfectly.