Quotes About Struggle

The world was fucked up. It was hard to say how exactly, but we could feel it. There was injustice, lots of it, we saw it as a dull shape coming into focus.

and give me insults, give me economic discrimination, give me the darkened parking lot of a windowless queer bar, give me fleets of bigots and books banned in libraries across america, feed the world with lies about my life and plop a second helping of oppression on my plate and thank you for not making me straight.

It was a huge obsession taking over my life, every injustice leading logically to a related and worse injustice until I was standing in the center of a pulsating ring of pain and torture and oppression and the only real solution was to just kill yourself. Just get off the fucking fucked-up planet.

I'm not really interested in sports psychology. It makes me feel like a crazy person.

It felt as if things were literally slipping through my fingers. Things were just streaming away from me. I lost my sense of humor. I'm still looking for that.

And so the months and the years have gone by, but little has turned out well for me. Each new year in turn has failed to bring happiness. Indeed, as I think of the unsatisfying events I have recorded here, I wonder whether I have been describing anything of substance. Call it, this journal of mine, a shimmering of the summer sky.

Kangchenjunga is something more than unfriendly, it is imbued with a blind unreasoning hatred towards the mountaineer.

I felt that all my previous life had reached a climax in these hours of intense struggle against nature… in those minutes at 26,000 feet on K2, I reached depths of feeling which I can never reach again.

pinned down by a ferocious storm which

Fleetwood Mac were really accessible musically, but lyrically and emotionally, we weren't so easy. And it was our music that helped us survive. But all of us were in pieces personally.

You better stop Look around Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown.

My only failure was the restaurant in Myrtle Beach. I kept it open for four years. It was in a tourist town, it was only busy four and half, five months of the year. But the bills kept coming all year.

I may have been the only candidate in America who failed to ride the wave of anti-establishment anger to victory.

We struggle hard to climb to the top against all odds, not realizing whether the view from the top is worth its climb.The fulfillment of life seldom comes on heights and more often you get dizzy there losing balance and become fearful of a fall. In the circle of life nowhere on the periphery one could be stable. Be centered , get centralized , get MickeyMized.

Show me a man with a million dollars, and I'll show you a million guys trying to take it away from him.

I had a lot of anger inside me and that came out at times that were not particularly advantageous to me career-wise.

Simons admitted to being sodomised as a young boy, during which he was the passive victim. The only way he could master this abuse was by repeating it, and by identifying with his tormentor by becoming the active aggressor. He reversed the passive-active roles.

Serial killers are not monsters; they are human beings with tortured souls.

Since Wilken was never able to master the trauma in his life, he is still caught up in the compulsion to repeat it,

Had my brother not killed himself and had I not known how deeply this affects those who are left behind, I would have taken my life.

Boetie said he would leave the house after a fight with his wife and walk the streets looking for a prostitute. He hated prostitutes and considered it a sin that they should charge money for a gift they had received from their Creator. In his opinion, they did not deserve to live.

You think that religion is a thing that is there to help you and to see you through life, and then you wake up one morning and find the entire Irish situation, the civil war that's based on religion.

You are talking to a man who can only play a plastic keyboard. Give me anything weighted and I've had it. I haven't got the strength in my fingers to push them down. So I don't get a lot of expression on the keyboard.

My story is a story of very ordinary people during extrgordinarily terrible times. Times of which I hope will never, never come again. It is for all of us ordinary people all over the world to see that they do not.