Quotes About Struggle

Well, I've been down so Goddamn long, that it looks like up to me.

All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave.

Five to one, baby One in five No one here gets out alive

People fear death even more than they fear pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over.

All our lives we sweat and save Building for a shallow grave Must be something else we say Somehow to defend this place Everything must be this way.

You can not save you from your own fate.

Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground He fled the town He went down South and crossed the border Left the chaos and disorder Back there over his shoulder One morning he awoke in a green hotel With a strange creature groaning beside him Sweat oozed from its shiny skin Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin

Riders on the storm, riders on the storm Into this house we're born Into this world we're thrown Like a dog without a bone An actor out on loan Riders on the storm

But I always hesitate, unwilling to take a leap into the unknown. Because I can't tell which will burn more... The flames surrounding me... or the fire within.

The world was a shitpot with a barbed-wire handle and the further he could kick it the better he liked it.

I knew–though I didn't recognize the fact–that I wasn't all right.

Sure there's a hell... I could hear him saying it now, now, as I lay here on bed with her breath in my face, and her body squashed against me... It is the drab desert where the sun sheds neither warmth nor light and Habit force-feeds senile Desire. It is the place here mortal Want dwells with immortal Necessity, and the night becomes hideous with the groans of one and the ecstatic shrieks of the other. Yes, there is a hell, my boy, and you do not have to dig for it.

It had soaked in on him at last, the spot he was in. Soaked clear through a quart of booze until it hit him where he lived and rubbed the place raw.

They had no hope of anything more, no comprehension that there might be anything more. In a sense they were an autonomous body, functioning within a society which was organized to grind them down. The law did not protect them; for them it was merely an instrument of harassment, a means of moving them on when it was against their interest to move, or detaining them where it was to their disadvantage to stay.

He'd had too much. He was too beaten. When they get that far gone, you'd better get in the final licks fast.

When life attains a crisis, man's focus narrows.

Clinton sighed, and gave up. All his life he had given up. He didn't know why it was like that; why a man who wanted nothing but to live honestly and industriously and usefully - who, briefly, asked only the privileges of giving and helping - had had to compromise and surrender at every turn. But that was the way it had been, and that apparently was the way it was to be.

If the Good Lord made a mistake in us people it was in making us want to live when we've got the least excuse for it.

Sometimes you'll want to give up the guitar. You'll hate the guitar. But if you stick with it, you're gonna be rewarded.

Hurray, I wake from yesterday, Alive but the war is here to stay, So my love Katherina and me Decide to take our last walk through the noise to the sea, Not to die but to be reborn, Away from a land so battered and torn… Forever…

I see arms and hands and tear-stained faces... Reaching up but not quite touching the promised land... I hear pleas and prayers and desperate graces, Saying Oh Lord, please give us a helping hand...

When you stop drinking, you have to deal with this marvelous personality that started you drinking in the first place.

The Mets lose an awful lot? Listen, mister. Think a little bit. When was the last time you won anything out of life?

For consistency, Philadelphia baseball, among other things in the town, always has been the worst.