Quotes About Struggle

Because that's how you become a bounty hunter. It's not that you like the killing work. That's just to begin with. It's that, in the end, you don't mind it. That's where vengeance leads. It leads to your own death even though you don't realize it. You're dead inside, except you're still walking around." Some

She did move. Because she wanted to win. She wanted wealth and glory and whatever else it was that made people think that participating in this monstrosity that called itself the Game of Death would be somehow worth it. Celebrity, maybe. That seemed important to a lot of people, Rechs had noticed. As if it made everything—all things—better. Or right. She pulled hard on the trigger as she

I can tell he's a good man who doesn't like his job for all the right reasons. He seemed on the verge of constant indigestion. "If

Time has told me Your're a rare, rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind

We're an easy target for remarks about crossing the border and turning the clock back fifteen years, or a hundred. We're a state that's known for pineapples and cane toads, old bad attitudes and the brain-addling heat that comes from the Tropic of Capricorn sitting right across our middle. We're that kind of state - hot and steamy, unlovely and unloved, far too much fodder here for metaphors about festering and putrefaction.

There are many ways to drown, only the most obvious wave their arms as they're going under.

Perhaps everyone has a story that could break your heart...

In my experience, whatever happens clings to us like barnacles on the hull of a ship, slowing us slightly, both uglifying and giving us texture. You can scrape all you want, you can, if you have money, hire someone else to scrape, but the barnacles will come back or at least leave a blemish on the steel.

I know cigarettes can kill & wonder why she wants to die.

What you fear your whole life comes to pass. You end up living toward it, you spend your life running from it but your foot is nailed to the sidewalk. You circle around it until you wear yourself own.

If not for the rats you could crawl beneath a bush. A bush. A bench. The alliterative universe. Rats too can pass through that needle's eye to enter heaven. . . . This box held a refrigerator, the refrigerator is an apartment, a man is in the box. . . . Wake up on the grass, soaking wet. Dew is the piss of God. 'Another bullshit night in suck city, my father mutters.

You don't ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It's all about survival; it's all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in...

Everything's complicated, even those things that seem flat in their bleakness or sadness.

Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.

You don't ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It's all about survival; it's all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in...

I lost the plot for a while then. And I lost the subplot, the script, the soundtrack, the intermission, my popcorn, the credits, and the exit sign.

Love, not hate, is the burden we carry. But that fact makes it no lighter.

could never get anything going in Toronto, never even got one gig with a band. So I moved instead towards acoustic music and immediately became very introspective and musically inward. That's the beginning of that whole side of my music.

The rigours of experience were beating relentlessly against his muse and Brian Wilson could no longer snugly dream on like before.

Fuck man, it's not success that's hard to deal with, it's … uh, the other thing.

in rock'n'roll it wasn't the winners but the losers who made for the most compelling stories.

all this vital music pouring out of him, all this new-found acceptance coming his way as well as money and acclaim, and all the guy wanted to do was sleep through the whole experience.

As a result, Brian's competitive side took a particularly vicious hammering and the whole experience seemed to have left him more paranoid than ever before.

took those drugs that made me search my soul, and try to see what I was all about … But the drugs back-fired. I took acid, and it squashed my ego down a little bit, and it hurt my feelings that I didn't have what someone else might have had. When you go through too much of that, it's like an attack you have inside your head. You won't accept it like that. I want it to be perfect! Music is perfect! 'But I never ever quit. See, I'm not a quitter.