Quotes About Struggle

Boyle, who was holding an impromptu news conference in the corner of the hall, stated, "I knew the odds for insanity were bad. He was sick and just didn't realize what was wrong with him. I just hope that now he can live in whatever way he can without suicide.

I loved having these guys with me and making love to them. Their warm bodies were under my complete control, but after killing them, I felt empty, and the task of disposing their bodies was no easy job. When it was done, I felt empty and alone.

During this time, he worked a series of odd jobs—a stint at a plasma center and then a temporary job service—but his chronic drinking and attitude always cost him his employment. Eventually, he got a job working third shift at the Ambrosia Chocolate Factory in downtown Milwaukee. His new job provided him with an ample salary, but third shift was hard on his body and he found it difficult to sleep.

I never heard voices. It possibly could have been the devil. I don't know, but I do know that at the time I formulated my decisions to kill, thoughts of the devil never entered into it. I knew something was compelling me to act, but I figured that it was my own selfish, sick need to gratify myself in this way. I just don't know.

According to Ralph Waldo Emerson, most people live lives of quiet desperation.

But unlike your shadow, it's deadset on ruining your life!

Victory in war is made up of simple things. But in war, even the simplest things are hard.

It seems at times that strife can no more be separated from monotheism than stripes from a tiger.

Larry: She doesn't want to be happy. Dan: Everybody wants to be happy. Larry: Depressives don't. They want to be unhappy to confirm they're depressed. If they were happy they couldn't be depressed anymore. They'd have to go out into the world and live. Which can be depressing.

Thank God life ends—we'd never survive it. From Big Bang to weary shag, the history of the world. Our flesh is ferocious...our bodies will kill us...our bones will outlive us.

Hello there dandelions, fuck off! Chop go the heads with a cut of the stick excuse me just what do you think you're doing clip clip chop chop aaargh! what the fuck is going on where's our heads? Hee-yup!, I said and away again.

waste our lives moving in a circle, in the most constricted space. We sacrifice all freedom.

The I is a concept that resists its own nullity as if life depended upon it.

Each drink had become a wearisome turnstile through which he had to pass to reach the next.

Thus was I recruited, and thus would I be ruined: for a penny.

Lots of people perish on the highways. All those faces should be preserved, engagements kept, promises upheld. Impossible. I walked out instantly. Fleeing the scene of a crime. That kind of game can destroy you. Anyway, I've never known who I was. I authorize my biographer to simply call me "a man," and I wish him luck. I've been unable to lengthen my stride, my breath, or my sentences. He won't understand the first thing about this story. Neither do I. We're even.

Je pense à Dora Bruder. Je me dis que sa fugue n'était pas aussi simple que la mienne une vingtaine d'années plus tard, dans un monde redevenu inoffensif. Cette ville de décembre 1941, son couvre-feu, ses soldats, sa police, tout lui était hostile et voulait sa perte. A seize ans, elle avait le monde entier contre elle, sans qu'elle sache pourquoi.

Voleva evadere, fuggire sempre più lontano, rompere brutalmente con la vita quotidiana, per respirare all'aria aperta. E c'era poi, di tanto in tanto, quel timore panico di fronte alla prospettiva che le comparse che ti sei lasciato alle spalle potessero ritrovarti e venirti a chiedere conto di qualunque cosa. Bisognava nascondersi per sfuggire a quei ricattatori sperando un giorno definitivamente fuori dalla loro portata.

I had hit bottom, and my only recourse was to push off hard with my heel to rise back to the surface.

Don't let it faze you, kid. I've fallen into my share of black holes, too...

A fuga - segundo parece - é um pedido de socorro e, por vezes, uma forma de suicídio.

Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both.

You were merely wishing for the end of pain, the monster said. Your own pain. An end to how it isolated you. It is the most human wish of all.

It's not how we fall. It's how we get back up again.