Quotes About Struggle

así es la vida, guapo. uno sueña con ser feliz, pero sólo se da de cabezazos en la pared. yo sigo soñando, y todavía te quiero y te digo gracias por las pocas veces que me amaste y me hiciste sentir tuyo.

No hay lugar para el místico que soy dentro del ateo que represento. Y no es problema de Dios -hace tiempo abandoné a Dios-; es conflicto de identidad, de realidad.

Me conmueves toda tú representando tu vida con esa pasión tan torpe y tan limpia, como el que quiere matarse para contar: soy suicida.

No me hables, si quieres, no me toques, no me conozcas más, yo ya no existo. Yo soy sólo la vida que te acosa y tú eres la muerte que resisto

Lockdown simply means enjoyment for rich and harassment for poor

The life of faith is a struggle enough in a broken world without us complicating it for other believers.

I'd be a bum on the street with a tin cup if the markets were efficient.

Mr. Strike Out!

Jake Roberts has a hard enough time being Jake Roberts. The truth is a brutal thing, I just hope that the kids take the time to learn about each of the wrestlers in the game, and if the kids can learn from our mistakes, that would make me a happy man.

Well, you know what they say: One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.

It was hollow, my triumph, I could feel that, but I held on to it just the same.

There is a certain way that life ought to be, an ideal way, a perfect way, and there is the way that life is, not quite the opposite of ideal, not quite the opposite of perfect, it just is not quite the way it should be but not quite the way it should not be either; I mean to say that in any situation, only one or two, maybe even three out of ten, things are just what you have been praying for.

On their way to freedom, some people find riches, some people find death.

That is how I came to think that heavy and hard was the beginning of living, real living; and though I might not end up with a mark on my cheek, I had no doubt that I would end up with a mark somewhere.

I think in many ways the problem that my writing would have with an American reviewer is that Americans find difficulty very hard to take. They are inevitably looking for a happy ending. Perversely, I will not give the happy ending. I think life is difficult and that's that.

At the door I planted a kiss on Paul's mouth with an uncontrollable ardor that I actually did feel-a kiss of treachery, for I could still taste the other man in my mouth.

I began to feel alternately too big and too small. First, I grew so big that I took up the whole street; then I grew so small that nobody could see me — not even if I cried out.

Do you know why people like me are shy about being capitalists? Well, its because we, for as long as we have known you, were capital, like bales of cotton and sacks of sugar, and you were commanding, cruel capitalists, and the memory of this so strong, the experience so recent, that we can't quite bring ourselves to embrace this idea that you think so much of.

You mean to say that after all you are really going to be the kind of woman who the baker won't let near the bread?

But I seemed unable to do anything that pleased anyone and that included me, my own self, though at that time I did not know that myself constituted such a thing as existence

I understood finding the place you are born in an unbearable prison and wanting something completely different from what you are familiar with, knowing it represents a haven.

A task like that would have killed a thoughtful person, but he went on to live a very long life.

How do you get to be the sort of victor who can claim to be the vanquished also?

I identified with the yearnings of this man; I understood finding the place you are born in an unbearable prison and wanting something completely different from what you are familiar with, knowing it represents a haven.