Quotes About Struggle

Weeds choke the life out of anything good that might grow.

The wilderness creates unusual pressures and challenges.

When you start with wussie mortals, you get wussie demons. Sure, they steal souls and rend flesh occasionally, but they choke up in a pinch.

Redemption is overrated.

Great things can rise from fetid pits of wanton death and sorrow.

I was tired in ways that had nothing to do with sleep. It occurred to me, sitting in the car with her, that I had been trying to hold too many things together that were meant to fall apart.

From my own experience, I can tell you that there are mornings when you sit down at the typewriter and knock out three pages in forty-five minutes, and you look at yourself in the toaster over breakfast and your head's all misshapen and pointy, and you say, "Son, you were born with talent.

Mental illness is a cruel disease.

when your own goddamn brain starts fucking with you, you're not just fucked up a little bit, you're totally fucked up.

what if the call to pray is a call to bleed as well as to receive blessing?

In a city where human beings struggle for the privilege of sleeping over subway grates

I know that the World is a terrible place, filled with wild animals and evil men and wicked woman.

Capitalism needs to function like a game of tug-of-war. Two opposing sides need to continually struggle for dominance, but at no time can either side be permitted to walk away with the rope.

Now I know how those Christians felt when they were told they had a booking with a hungry lion in an hour.

It's one-on-one out there, man. There ain't no hiding. I can't pass the ball.

I fought for peace in the fifties.

We're waist deep in the Big MuddyAnd the big fool says to push on.

The world is like a seesaw out of balance: on one side is a box of big rocks, tilting it its way. On the other side is a box, and a bunch of us with teaspoons, adding a little sand at a time. One day, all of our teaspoons will add up, and the whole thing will tip, and people will say, 'How did it happen so fast?

I have terrible hearing trouble. I have unwittingly helped to invent and refine a type of music that makes its principal proponents deaf.

It's only teenage wasteland.

I have to say that anger is the blanket that comes around me, and that blunts and blurs my sense of proportion.

I heard in my own voice the tulmult of a young man playig a role, uneasily, repackaging black R&B music from America, relying on gimmicky outfits, and pretending to be wild & free when in reality he needed to be looked after by his mother.

I was regarded by my parents as having little musical talent other than a thin, nasal soprano voice. I was forbidden to touch my father's clarinets or saxophones, just my harmonica.

So remember when you're looking for trouble That trouble is already busy with weaker men