Quotes About Struggle

I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.

Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is lost The best lack all conviction, while the worst are filled with passionate intensity.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world

Cuchulain stirred, Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard The cars of battle and his own name cried; And fought with the invulnerable tide.

I Sing what was lost and dread what was won, I walk in a battle fought over again

A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all; Many times he died, Many times rose again

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Thread softly because you tread on my dreams.

You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known three centuries, poets sing, Of dalliance with a demon thing.

A terrible beauty is born.

Now days are dragon-ridden.

All things can tempt me from this craft of verse.

Opinion is the enemy of the artist because it arms his uninspired moment against his inspiration.

The old brown thorn trees break in two high over Cummen Strand   Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand;   Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black wind and dies,   But we have hidden in our hearts the flame out of the eyes   Of Cathleen the daughter of Hoolihan.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosened upon the world.

Its quarrel is not with the past, but with the present, where its elders are so obviously powerful, and no cause seems lost if it seem to threaten that power.

Barach. There, he is down! He is up again! He is going out into the deep water.

and I heard a thing coming flop-flop up the stairs like an eel, and squealing. It went to all the doors. It could not get in where I was. I would have sent it through the universe like a flash of fire. There

The years like great black oxen tread the world, And God the herdsman goads them on behind, And I am broken by their passing feet.

Hurrah for revolution and cannon come again, The beggars have changed places but the lash goes on.

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, ... The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." ( Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven )

I have not learned how often I Can win, can love, but choose to die.