Quotes About Struggle

On the island of tears, we were subjected to every kind of humiliation

a stony road, hard on the feet. I would beg for us to sit down but you discouraged it, knowing that sitting was fatal, because of the willpower required to get up again.

Do writers have to be such monsters in order to create? I believe that they do. It is a paradox that while wrestling with language to capture the human condition they become more callous, and cut off from the very human traits which they so glistening depict. There can be no outer responsibility, no interruptions, only the ongoing inner drone, rhythmic, insistent, struggling to make a living moment of both beauty and austerity.

Their eyes meet and part, each staring into the forlorn space, a shaft of disappointment, he because he is unable to help her and she because she is thrown back into her own quagmire of uncertainty.

A mother with an infant but without a father was not welcomed in the new world. "You kilt it." "She kilt it." "I had no milk for it," she answered back.

I had clung to the fable of the Steppenwolf, believing that his redemption would also become mine.

The curtain of worldly desire must be ripped in half and I must look into my own soul and overcome the pit of hell. 'I am in hell,' I blurted to her. She almost struck me with her raised withered hand. After that it was banishment. I was sent to a sister house in Ballinasloe, silence and meditation, excused from all manual work, alone with myself, no patients to occupy the welter of my thoughts.

they don't talk at all only fight, the mother's will was unclear, Edward got a field up the Commons that William wanted to build on for the remarkable view and there followed dispute and foul play, a stream de-routed, a stream that animals drank from, Edward concluded it was his brother's dirty work

You might have written. Every bit of your daily life interests me. I wrote this day fortnight but it was returned. Tampered with.

Writing is the product of a deeply disturbed psyche, and by no means therapeutic.

Dilly reckons it would be difficult to thread those needles, the eyes so small, especially with her cataracts.

Everything hinged on money

Strindberg came to the rescue. Why, he had asked her, did every woman he ever met have to bring her bloody mother into the bed, every bloody woman, including his own wife, Siri. "You have a wife," she had said.

That's what happens in plays, yes? The shit hits the fan. --Edward Albee

Stevie: (Not listening) That you can do these two things... and not understand how it... SHATTERS THE GLASS!!?? How it cannot be dealt with-how stop and forgiveness have nothing to do with it? and how I am destroyed? How you are? How I cannot admit it though I know it!? How I cannot deny it because I cannot admit it!? Cannot admit it, because it is outside of denying!?

Violence! Violence!

I had no night terrors. Maybe when your real life becomes the terror, there's just nothing left to dream about

Life is hard when you have no one to stick up for you. People push you around, purely because there's no one to stop them from pushing you around.

Frankenstein is actually an equivalent of how a gay person feels growing up.

Having been fucked up by my family and community, I'll never know where my gayness came from, and where it ends and "neurosis" begins. But as a gay person I know I'm a vital element in our civilization.

History is indeed little more than the register of crimes, follies, and misfortunes of mankind.

The conflict was terrible; it was the combat of despair against grief and rage.

He there experienced that the most absolute power is a weak defence against the effects of despair.

When a public quarrel is envenomed by private injuries, a blow that isn't mortal or decisive can be productive only of a short truce which allows the unsuccessful compeditent to sharpen his arms for a new encounter.