Quotes About Struggle

Every junkie's like a setting sun.

I have so many opinions about everything it just comes out during my music. It's a battle for me. I try not to be preachy. That's a real danger.

Hate was just a legend And war was never known The people worked together And they lifted many stones. They carried them to the flatlands And they died along the way But they built up with their bare hands What we still can't do today.

It's hard enough losing with out the confusion of knowing I tried.

experience was not yet my friend

Men and women are natural enemies, like cat and dog--only more so. They are forced to live together for a time, or this wonderful race couldn't go on.

He didn't understand how sadness came so easily to people. For him it was like a pile of rocks that had to be moved one at a time. Just thinking about it made him tired.

But Amina couldn't stand to look. It wasn't that George was old but that he felt sorry for himself that drove her crazy. If her father was Thunder, then George was Smoke—and how could you argue with someone who began to disappear as soon as you opened your mouth?

We are all on the same road, some ahead of us and some behind. We do not always recognize ourselves as being among those who are struggling farther back, and misunderstand, scorn, and even persecute the ones who move ahead of us. History is littered with such as these: eccentrics, geniuses, idealists among those most noticeable. These change the world by force, though the change most often does not take place during their own time, they are so far ahead of it and therefore so rarely understood.

Ill-fortune carries with it a stench and leaves a wide berth around its victims,

When we hate each other, we hate with strong passion. It comes, I see, and it goes. I see also that, even in the worst of these situations, we have still chosen to be together, and always manage to find a way to bring it about. We have a stronger need to be together, even fighting and hating, than we have to be at peace, apart.

I had more emotion than I had room for. I had no place to put the pain.

I was deeply wounded and knew not how to be wounded without dramatically reacting to the pain, or hiding it.

I could not abandon the rest of me, even when the rest of me overwhelmed my art.

we have been civilizing the Filipinos up to the point where they are unanimous only on one thing, namely, that they want us to leave."12

The Revolt against Civilization: The Menace of the Under Man,

It wasn't always easy learning to be me . . . Being me, I guess, to be myself alone It was lonely, sometimes, sometimes it was blue

I think being a mother is the cruelest thing in the world.

She wished to find out about this hazardous business of "passing," this breaking away from all that was familiar and friendly to take one's chance in another environment, not entirely strange, perhaps, but certainly not entirely friendly.

But she did not look the future in the face. She wanted to feel nothing, to think nothing; simply to believe that it was all silly invention on her part. Yet she could not. Not quite.

I think," she said at last, "that being a mother is the cruellest thing in the world.

I'm human like everybody else. It's just that I'm so tired, so worn out, I can't feel anymore.

It is only after one is in trouble that one realizes how little sympathy and kindness there are in the world.

The next best thing to winning is losing At least you've been in the race.