Quotes About Struggle

To die with elation is a crappy way of dying... A warrior dies the hard way. His death must struggle to take him. A warrior does not give himself to it.

As you keep getting more popular, people are continually wanting more from you and it seems to me that all they want in the end is your death.

EVEN THOUGH I'M MARKED FOR DEATH, I'MA SPARK TILL I LOSE MY BREATH

Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.

Acceptance spells death to a writer.

Everyone is calm and collected but I am telling you something - I am not calm and I am not collected. It's a sick world out there.

My spirit is too weak--mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky.

When all the world is overcharged with inhabitants, then the last remedy of all is war, which provideth for every man, by victory or death.

People praise virtue, but they hate it, they run away from it. It freezes you to death, and in this world you've got to keep your feet warm.

Dying is easy; it's living that's difficult.

It occurred to me that at one point it was like I had two diseases - one was Alzheimers, and the other was knowing I had Alzheimers.

Death has an energy. It is thick as sludge, heavy as iron, and pulls you down into yourself like an imploding building.

I am a Death Dealer, sworn to destroy those known as the Lycans. Our war has waged for centuries, unseen by human eyes.

I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.

Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.

District 12. Where you can starve to death in safety," I mutter. Then I glance quickly over my shoulder. Even here, in the middle of nowhere, you worry someone might overhear you.

He had been standing still; for an artist, one of the more painful forms of death.

Between my head and my hand, there is always the face of death.

I'm in awe of people out there who deal with Alzheimer's, because they have to deal with death 10 times over, year after year.

Death and I are head to head in a total collision, pure and mutual distaste.

I mean, the death in the late eighties and early nineties really shook out a lot of hacks. The pond just sort of dried up for a lot of really bad comedians.

The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.

Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back -- to be sucked back -- into it?

Two armies at death-grips — that is one great army committing suicide.