Quotes About Struggle

Fighting a war on terrorism is like fighting against crime. We can never hope to eradicate crime, so we shouldn't bother fighting it.

She sat on the toilet and cradled the miscarriage her husband beat out of her, as if it was alive. And her eyes were like an endless well where you could not see the bottom.

Getting a fly around in here is difficult. Every metaphor of frustration can be held taut on a line caught twenty feet up in an oak tree.

A wind started up. It began scouring our cheeks, and we lifted hands, blocking our faces from a gauze of blowing sand. So much wind came that it was hard to breathe without covering our noses and mouths. We stood and shouldered our packs to keep going. Sidewinder tracks lifted off the dunes and flew around us.

A person's life story is equal to what they have plus what they want most in the world, minus what they're actually willing to sacrifice for it.

I woke up with a heart attack just out of my field of vision and with my dick in my hand, saying, I love you I love you I love you over and over...And that my dear sweet love of my life, is how things were without you and I'd done everything I could to keep you from knowing that

A person's life story is equal to what they have plus what they want most in the world, minus what they're actually willing to sacrifice for it.

When you're a kid all you know is that your dad puts on his suit or overalls and vanishes from your life until nightfall. Sometimes my pops came back exhausted and scarlet-eyed, as if he'd been engaged in a low wattage war someplace.

Honestly, my dear, I find myself struggling to care.

I haven't had a drink in thirteen years, but occasionally I'm tempted to have one beer. The problem is that if I have that one beer, I wake up in Tijuana four days later with a tattoo and a sore ass.

I think I'm just someone that just tries to get by. I'm kind of - if it was during the Second World War, I'd be a black marketeer, I think.

Dr. Jeckyll & Mr. Hyde is a metaphor for alcoholism. He drinks a potion, becomes a monster. I know exactly how he feels.

Ros was dead. He had loved heroin more than it loved him. I was shocked beyond imagining; he was the first of my friends to fall.

I found out it is just as hard to make a movie that you are not proud of as it is to make one you love.

A junkie will steal your purse, and then help you look for it.

Violence of any kind, once it starts, is like fucking a gorilla-you ain't done till the gorilla's done.

The winged beasts and angels know, that mortals cannot fly. But how I flew to see the sun; a broken bird am I.

In freedom you form in utter disgrace, the bars of my prison this night. While you drift on currents of seraphim heights, it is I who deserve to take flight.

Golden bars make no less a prison than a coffin on a hill. And in caged reformation, one wanders aimless still. The rafters now a recollection of sacred suppression. How the morning dawn strikes mourning confession. Now Death yields a harvest of the living masses. We walk toward its path no earthly power surpasses.

I walk the sand alone, and feel it stirring as I roam, upon this breathing earth, where wave on wave begins new birth. I sense a grand facade, where colors paint the hand of God. And in remorseful pain, I dance the stones of bitter strain.

A thousand years ago or more They opened up the devil's door And a cwene of dark and death Crawled out, and creeping stole our breath And we've been hiding ever-more.

Tragically, many people have this faithless, wishy-washy mindset, which causes them to lose the battle in their minds before they ever fight it in the world.

My pastor used to say you're either coming out of a tough season, in the middle of a tough season, or heading into a tough season.

If you allow your enemy to steal your faith, he can destroy your life and ultimately kill your relationship with God.