Quotes About Struggle

Pain (2) ...You want to give up, throw in the towel but you can't give up because you're all you have.

What will I die with in my hand? A paintbrush (for houses), an M15 a hammer or ax, a book a gavel, a candlestick tiptoeing upstairs. What will I hold or will I be caught with this usual thing that I want to be my heart but it is my brain and I turn it over and over and over.

There is the question of whether life is long enough to get over anything. I sat down on the ground to avoid tipping over from the enormity of it all.

She wasn't trying to overcome life, only to get along with it, to blend with the processes she could scarcely understand in a world that had permitted her no solid ground.

Some nights are three nights long, some days a mere noon hour, then whistled back to work, the heart dredging sludge.

The most vexing thing in the life of a man who wishes to change is the improbability of change.

It didn't work to try to write about sex, doom, death, time, and the cosmos when you were thinking about a massive plate of spaghetti and meatballs.

The struggle is against a nation that will always spit in its grandchildren's faces for immediate profit. As Vizenor would say, 'Their Mother Earth is a blond.' " In

Dad said I would always be "high minded and low waged" from reading too much Ralph Waldo Emerson. Maybe he was right.

There is the question of whether life is long enough to get over anything.

How much l wanted to take scalps, but it was not my kill. - Legends of the Fall

I caught myself being drawn ceaselessly back into a past that I wished mightily to emerge from -- I had come to know only recently that one *could* emerge without forgetting, and that to remember need not be to suffocate.

damn the world and its wars, she thought. Those who start the wars never die in them. She packed hastily, had supper with Winnie

Barb had no desire for public ministry. My role as an evangelical pastor created untold pressure on her, and she eventually stopped attending church. She loves Jesus, but the typical church routine and mind-set made her crazy.

Courage alone was keeping the animal on its feet.

You are not a terrible person. But the world is a terrible, HORRIBLE place. What you've got to do is take all that rage and all that hatred that's inside of you and turn it around. You've got to stop trying to destroy yourself. Turn that rage outward, go out and try to destroy the WORLD instead.

well I believe in commitment it's just I, you know, I don't stick to it.

I hate myself pretty often .She tilted her face back on the pillow, damning tears and attempting so smile at the same time. Pretty fucking often

One of them would hurl a rock, then a few more. Suddenly it's raining rocks. Ya with me? That's their cover, see, because no matter how big a weapon you come out the door with, you still don't want to catch a rock in the face. A sawed-off won't stop a rock, follow?

I turn off the notification app for good, no longer needing to know exactly how many gone. After all, clinging to life is what we have always done best. We are still trying to hide from the truth of things and who can blame us.

People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend

Man, I'm sick of doubt.

I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots

Love cannot save you from your own fate.