Quotes About Struggle

To describe a tempest of elements is not easy, but to describe a tempest of the soul is impossible.

be defeated; hence to me, to be once defeated is to find cause for an everlasting struggle to reach the top.

Look for me in the whirlwind or the storm, look for me all around you, for, with God's grace, I shall come and bring with me countless millions of black slaves who have died in America and the West Indies and the millions in Africa to aid you in the fight for Liberty, Freedom and Life.

Chance has never yet satisfied the hope of a suffering people.

It falls to our lot to tear off the shackles that bind Mother Africa. Can you do it?

to be once defeated is to find cause for an everlasting struggle to reach the top.

we were like crabs in a barrel, that none would allow the other to climb over, but on any such attempt all would continue to pull back into the barrel the one crab that would make the effort to climb out.

Men, there is much to live for, and there is much to die for. The man, the race of nation that is not prepared to risk life itself for the possession of an ideal, shall lose that ideal. If you, I repeat, must be free, you yourselves must strike the blow.

There is no strength but that which is destructive, because man has lost his virtues, and only respects force, which he himself cannot counteract.

whipped. It annoys me to be defeated; hence to me, to be once defeated is to find cause for an everlasting struggle to reach the top.

You always have to strive

We all have our crosses to bear. We carry them heavily, out of love for our brothers in arms. But sometimes you have to let go of the idea that anyone down here is in control.

these are the problems of the modern U.S. combat soldier, the constant worry about overstepping the mark and an American media that delights in trying to knock us down. Which we have done nothing to deserve. Except, perhaps, love our country and everything it stands for.

There is no other way to beat a terrorist. You must fight like him, or he will surely kill you.

Nothing just happens. You always have to strive.

Every bone in my body was crying out for rest, but I knew if I stopped, and perhaps slept, I would die. I had to keep going. It was strange, but the thirst which was killing me was also the driving force keeping me on this long, desperate march.

But these are the problems of the modern U.S. combat soldier, the constant worry about overstepping the mark and an American media that delights in trying to knock us down. Which we have done nothing to deserve. Except, perhaps, love our country and everything it stands for.

There aren't many degrees of separation between any of the 2.4 million men and women who've served in Iraq or Afghanistan. We've smelled the shitty air in Iraq and felt our lungs burn in the Hindu Kush. We've squeezed ourselves into Humvees and Black Hawks and been shot at. We've been stuck in slowly moving convoys, more than a little worried about what the next bump in the road will trigger.

No matter how many we ran to ground, there were always more.

years in a U.S. civilian jail

we believe there are very few of the world's problems we could not solve with high explosive or a well-aimed bullet.

Carthage must be destroyed.

Cooper said nothing. "Jesus." Quinn rubbed at his eyes. "Wait. How does this get him what he wants? Things are worse now for abnorms than ever before. The microchipping, the hate crimes, hell, every third congressman holding press conferences to say we need to lock you all up.

For a moment, the future threatened to swamp him, the terrifying infinity of it, like being alone in the Pacific in the middle of a starless night, all that water and time around and below him, the deepest hole in the planet sucking him down into darkness.