Quotes About Struggle

There is no way to master the fact with which I live.

we don't know what drives and sustains us, only that we are most miserably driven and, imperfectly, sustained.

because it's my job. It's how I make my living. And I'll tell you somethin' else: It's damn hard work bein' a girl full

I do strongly feel that among the greatest pieces of luck for high achievement is ordeal. Certain great artists can make out without it, Titian and others, but mostly you need ordeal. My idea is this: the artist is extremely lucky who is presented with the worst possible ordeal which will not actually kill him. At that point, he's in business: Beethoven's deafness, Goya's deafness, Milton's blindness, that kind of thing.

The artist is extremely lucky who is presented with the worst possible ordeal which will not actually kill him. At that point, he's in business.

However things hurt, men hurt worse.

The splendour & the lose grew all the same, Sire.

As ofensas revelarão a fraqueza e os pontos frágeis de nossas vidas. Em geral, o ponto em que pensamos que somos fortes é a área da nossa fraqueza oculta. Ela permanecerá escondida até que uma poderosa tempestade arranque aquilo que a cobre.

THE DREAM BECOMES A NIGHTMARE

Some think it is the big things that cause men to stumble. Often it is the minor ones that shake us the most. This shows the futility of self-confidence.

BECOMES A NIGHTMARE

But the gate to life is narrow and the way that leads to it is hard, and there are few people who find it." (Matthew 7:13–14 TEV)

life had manifested the heart's invisible furies on his face.

It was a difficult time to be Irish, a difficult time to be twenty-one years of age and a difficult time to be a man who was attracted to other men. To be all three simultaneously required a level of subterfuge and guile that felt contrary to my nature.

I had never considered myself to be a dishonest person, hating the idea that I was capable of such mendacity and deceit, but the more I examined the architecture of my life, the more I realized how fraudulent were its foundations. The belief that I would spend the rest of my time on earth lying to people weighed heavily on me and at such times I gave serious consideration to taking my own life.

There is cruelty in the world Eliza, you can see that, can't you? It surrounds us. It breathes on us. We spend our life trying to escape it.

How can something still feel so painful after twenty-eight years, I asked myself. Is there no recovery from the traumas of our youth?

Please don't let Julian die, I asked God. And please stop me from being a homosexual. Only when I stood up and walked away did I realize that that had been two prayers, so I went back and lit a second candle, which cost me another penny.

I married up several times. And then across once or twice. And then beneath me. I never quite found the right level somehow. Perhaps I should have married diagonally or in a slightly curved direction.

Bruno had a pain in his stomach and he could feel something growing inside him, something that when it worked its way up from the lowest depths inside him to the outside world would either make him shout and scream that the whole thing was wrong and unfair and a big mistake for which somebody would pay one of these days, or just make him burst into tears instead.

I suppose you wish you'd won the war." I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, Mr. Darcy-Witt," I said, as if I were explaining something obvious to a child. "No one wins a war.

that life had manifested the heart's invisible furies on his face.

There is cruelty in the world, Eliza, you can see that, can't you? It surrounds us. It breathes on us. We spend our life trying to escape it.

I felt that this must be what it would be like to be married to someone, a constant back and forth of bickering, watching out for any stray comment in a conversation that might be corrected, anything to keep gaining the upper hand, the advantage, bringing one closer to taking the game, the set and the whole blasted match without ever ceding a point.