Quotes About Struggle

If you think it's bad now, my friend, wait till we reach a town!' He shook his head and brushed at his tattered, dirty shirtsleeve. 'Do try to remember we're visitors-and not welcome ones-if you should feel moved to reason with anyone.

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I can't say for certain. I can paper over the cracks for a while, maybe even maintain a facade of affluence, by robbing Peter to pay Paul

if I've learned one thing over the years, it's that when it comes down to raw emotion against reason, emotion wins.

than he expects. But it's a purely brute force approach

But his only alternatives were to play for the possibility, however remote, that he could pull one of them off or else to simply surrender everything he'd spent the last forty-six T-months trying to achieve. He couldn't do that. Even running the very real risk of slipping back over into a brief, bloody clash with the Republic was better than that.

wanting soul life without the dark, warming intelligence of personal doubt is like expecting an egg without the brooding heat of the mother hen.

Doing time in a Disposable Body.

A steel door clapped open as a guard stepped from the bulletproof viewing station across the hall. Adams! That you? I told you, I don't know- The cop pointed straight at him. Jeffrey Adams! Front and center! The black man helped him rise to his feet. Ain't everybody gets called back from the pit, man. Question is, what are you gonna do when you find out who you are?

It's appealing to imagine that if we can just get that one thing in our life to work out-- [...] that everything will be solved, absolved, good to go for good. I slipped into that way of thinking way too often, I admitted to Missy, even though I knew that sometimes in life all of a sudden there you were--standing with your Technics turntables just across the Canadian border, and you're not a new you, you're just you, but in Canada.

My dashed hopes putt-putted bravely to life once more, like a bug that gets stomped on but keeps pulling itself across the floor.

Now I'll deal with Derek on the ice and Valerie off. At least in the rink, I carry a stick and have pads and a helmet for protection. I'm pretty sure that Valerie's attacks will make me look forward to Derek's cheap shots against the boards.

It's hard on Mom, though, a nurse's aid at a nursing home, taking care of old people all day and then coming home to Gramps, who lately has been having trouble remembering our names.

What were you to do when you didn't know anyone who could help you, no one who could explain the way to the things you wanted- what could you do- you couldn't just take a spade, a few bricks, and a gerenium and see what happened. You had to be rich, you had to be educated; you had to be powerful to stop contagious ugliness from spreading.

Rage swept over her at being young, young and little, as if some evil fairy had put that spell on her. Why must you be locked up in this dreadful cage of childhood for twenty or a hundred years? Nothing in life was possible unless you were old and rich, until then you were only small and futile before your tormentors, desperately waiting for the release that only years could bring.

My great ambition has always prevented me from doing anything.

We're all terrible people. Eventually, we all become terrible, maybe around the middle of our lives, and then, if we're lucky, we have time to find a way to be good again.

We almost killed ourselves with rage. We would grow up trampling over things, tearing things down, and people would look at us and wonder why we had such violence in our hearts.

Humanity enveloped in entropy desperately seeking symmetry for peace of mind

Struggling and suffering are the essence of a life worth living. If you're not pushing yourself beyond the comfort zone, if you're not demanding more from yourself - expanding and learning as you go - you're choosing a numb existence. You're denying yourself an extraordinary trip.

Most people never get there. They're afraid or unwilling to demand enough of themselves and take the easy road, the path of least resistance. But struggling and suffering, as I now saw it, were the essence of a life worth living. If you're not pushing yourself beyond the comfort zone, if you're not constantly demanding more from yourself--expanding and learning as you go--your choosing a numb existence. Your denying yourself an extraordinary trip.

Sometimes you've got to go through hell to get to heaven.

We have killed our souls with comfort instead of seeking fulfillment and achievement.

For the likes of you, the path to happiness is one mean son of a bitch of a path.