Quotes About Struggle

I have been defeated, and in the defeat I have won myself. It is a pleasure to die at the hands of Life.

We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie.

From this point on, she whispered, we will either find or lose our souls.

This last night we tear into each other, as if to wound, as if to find the key to everything before morning.

The aphorism that suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem is usually true.

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Certainty is eaten away by the thousand and one compromises that are the currency of democracy.

Being what we humans are, what else could we do but wrong?

DID YOU BECOME ADDICTED BECAUSE YOU FELT PAIN?' 'I wish I could say that, Doctor, but no,' says Burroughs. 'I became addicted because I wanted more.

I often found myself curled up at midday on a hard wooden bench, snoring lightly, drooling on the back of my hand, trying to sleep off my exuberance—and then waking to a headache and a bushel of horrible paragraphs. Admittedly

He begins by quoting Thoreau: 'The mass of men lead quiet lives of desperation.

And while his brain kept whirring with the problems of a unified theory, his body became frail and thin, wrinkles fell over him like elephant skin, and began to slouch, as if with each new day he was carrying a slightly heavier pack on his back.

If democratic people are naturally brought toward peace by their interests and instincts, they are constantly drawn to war and revolutions by their armies." I

Grief is schizophrenic. You find yourself of two minds, the one that governs your days up until the moment of grief—the one that opens easily to memories of the girl at six, twelve, eighteen—and the one that seeks to destroy everything afterward.

Marriage is the unsuccessful attempt to make something lasting out of an incident...

It's always about the human condition. Go back to that and you'll find your story.

I wish it were as easy to stop hating as it was to start.

Aubrey Fitzwilliam hated being dead. It made things much harder than they needed to be.

This was war: a vast machine that chewed up people.

What sin has plagued me with this curse?

He would crawl until his body could support a crutch. If he only made three miles a day, so be it. Better to have those three miles behind him than ahead.

It was the right thing to do, but it could not be sustained. Not here. The

Misfortune seemed to hang on him like day-before smoke.

Glass' wife: As long as you can still grab a breath, you fight. You breathe. Keep breathing. When there is a storm. And you stand in front of a tree. If you look at its branches, you swear it will fall. But if you watch the trunk, you will see its stability.