Quotes About Struggle

I rescue families who are losing their homes because they have no jobs and they can't pay the mortgage and the banks are foreclosing on their homes.

I was rejected by casting directors during the day. I attended class in the evening, then rode 90 miles on the train home.

Home is where the heartache is.

England was never my home. I had a home there but Dublin is my home so leaving Ireland was the hardest thing I had to do.

I'm useless scrabbling around at home. I get on everyone's nerves, including my own. I'm not very good at amusing myself.

Everything is sore right now. Everything. I look like I'm doing okay but I can't wait to get home.

If I know the way home and am walking along it drunkenly, is it any less the right way because I am staggering from side to side!

It's a big dream for me to go home with two gold medals. It's not very easy as it looks like.

Maybe the songs that we sing are wrong, Maybe the dreams that we dream are gone, So bring it on home and it won't be long, It's getting better man!

If I'm at home on my own and the writing isn't going well, I clean my house. And there have been times in the past few years when my house has looked really clean.

As long as children are still getting kicked out of their homes by parents, getting bullied, commuting suicide, et cetera. it's definitely still worth talking about.

There's this thing called freebasing. It's not free, it costs you your home. It should be called 'homebasing'.

The road to truth is long, and lined the entire way with annoying bastards.

Artistic honesty sometimes prevents an artist from being born.

I know the territory, I've been around. It'll all turn to dust, and we'll fall down, and sooner or later you'll be screwing around.

I don't want to be a hero, I don't want to ever let you down.

Sincerity and honesty carry one through many difficulties which all the arts he can invent would never help him through.

I've been the lowest low on the planet, I've been a sinner all my days. And I was living with my hands on the trigger, I had no sense to change my ways.

I know I should be leaving this climate, I've got a verse, but can't rhyme it.

I have fallen, I have sunk so low. I have messed up, better I should know.

And you fall, and you crawl, and you break, what you get, and you turn it into honesty and promise you're never going to find you're faking, no no no.

All that day she felt as if she were acting in a theatre with better actors than herself, and that her bad performance was spoiling the whole affair.

I should stitch my mouth shut. Honesty is a compulsion that's damned me more than once. But I just can't hold it in anymore. The words build and explode out of me like an uncontainable sneeze.

I'm lucky I'm a comedian, 'cause otherwise my life would just be a series of undocumented low points.