Quotes About Struggle

Speaking on not always understanding the counsel of God's prophets, nor finding it easy to take] ... even though it is true that there must be an "opposition in all things," none of us has the personal obligation to provide that opposition.

When depression controls the mind, its power increases when the mind remains inactive. It is like a computer virus spreading to occupy unused processing space. You can fight it by keeping busy. There are other ways to fight it: exercising releases endorphins to counter it, or manufactured drugs can be used. Those who suffer learn many such techniques to defeat it, or they go under.

faced with the cold realities of trying to feed an out-of-control population, a great many of Earth's dreams had been abandoned.

He wasn't sure which he hated most, the oppressive government of this world or the mindless, ever-breeding swarm it governed.

When you destroyed autocratic regimes, you caused more death and suffering than the regime itself, and often ended up with something worse. Your violent revolutions never resulted in anything better, and your revolutionaries always turned into the thing they despised.

It is in fact a harsh reality that he who believes killers are an aberration is also he who has the boot planted firmly on his neck;

Sometimes, when you fight a war, you become what you are fighting.

You left him his Gift, I see,' he said. Claus looked momentarily worried. I thought it best to leave that decision to you.' Remove it now.' Claus fisted his own chest then strode over to the old man in the frame. No … no, you can't,' Amoloran gasped as Claus closed his fingers around the scaled aug behind the old man's ear.

Fucking supercilious Polity minds. They could be so super intelligent, but they had no real idea about her. About the alliances, responsibilities, commitments and the sheer difficulty involved in relinquishing something she'd fought so hard to build, and it had no appreciation of just how vulnerable she'd be if she let it go. They never went through anything like this—just adjusted themselves either physically or mentally to suit current circumstances.

A man who sets out to become an artist at the mile is something like a man who sets out to discover the most graceful method of being hanged. No matter how logical his plans, he can not carry them out without physical suffering.

Our home villages with the hills, mountains and forests, the lakes and ponds, rivers and streams, waterfall and fjords. The smell of new hay in summer, of birches in spring, of the sea, and the big forest, and even the biting winter cold. Everything . . . Norwegian songs and music and so much, much more. That's our Fatherland and that's what we have to struggle to get back.

You have to fight for your freedom," he said. "And for peace. You have to fight for it every day, to keep it. It's like a glass boat; it's easy to break. It's easy to lose.

Maybe he should stop with the pot. But then he wouldn't be able to get stoned anymore, and that was hardly a solution.

Fight, flight, and screw up royaly.

When you are wrestling for possession of a sword, the man with the handle always wins.

It is the great sadness of our species that we have not found a way to eliminate the conflict and to eliminate violence as a device to resolve our conflicts throughout the entire history of the human race.

What you resist, persists

Divine fires do not blaze each day, but an artist functions in their afterglow hoping for their recurrence.

I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

Sometimes I just think depression's one way of coping with the world. Like, some people get drunk, some people do drugs, some people get depressed. Because there's so much stuff out there that you have to do something to deal with it.

I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

I waste at least an hour every day lying in bed. Then I waste time pacing. I waste time thinking. I waste time being quiet and not saying anything because I'm afraid I'll stutter.

Its so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That's above and beyond everything else, and it's not a mental complaint-it's a physical thing, like it's physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out. They don't come out smooth and in conjunction with your brain the way normal people's words do; they come out in chunks as if from a crushed-ice dispenser; you stumble on them as they gather behind your lower lip. So you just keep quiet.

I'm fine. Well, I'm not fine - I'm here." "Is there something wrong with that?" "Absolutely.