Quotes About Struggle

No kidding. That's really true. You're paying your own bills through this. It's not a pleasant experience.

Home wasn't a pleasant place to live, growing up.

If I don't feel like I'm doing the job well, and I don't know how to get there, or I'm too scared, or whatever, I'm not a happy guy and I'm not pleasant. I'm not pleasant to be around.

I don't think the world is a particularly pleasant place.

I grew up knowing only war, so for me, it was the way things were. It wasn't pleasant by any means.

When you're out there doing things, your adrenaline is rushing so much. But getting kicked in the face is never fun. There have been a lot of different painful things, but when you're kicked in the face or kneed in the face, it's not the most pleasant thing.

To other Canadians who are on journeys to defeat cancer and to live their lives, I say this: please don't be discouraged that my own journey hasn't gone as well as I had hoped. You must not lose your own hope.

Please remember, no matter what you go through in life, somebody else might have it harder.

I have respect for anyone who's going to go out and make a movie for a small budget and turn it into a phenomenon. God bless you. Please keep making movies. That's great. But it's not what entertains me.

Writing a novel is like knocking on a door that will never open. You are so desperate to get in, you will say or do anything. You feel: please take my novel.

You're always going to feel like you're catching up, and part of that is just balancing work and motherhood and the whole feeling of needing to please, which I do think girls and women feel more than men.

Please, let's talk to American families and sit around the dinner table at night figuring how to pay their bills.

I made a lot of mistakes growing up, trying so hard to fit in. I got so lost trying to please everybody.

Our farmers round, well pleased with constant gain, Like other farmers, flourish and complain.

I am pleased now that I have lived in a gay as well as a religious ghetto, though it hasn't been very comfortable. Taken together, their limitations cancel each other out and I have seen the world more kindly and more honestly.

My childhood was full of shocks and alarums, and I had to work a long time to make a life that pleases me.

I went through a lot of hate online, so I tried to change myself for a really long time. But people just kept hating on me no matter what I did. I decided that instead of pleasing these other people, I'll just spend that time pleasing myself.

I find writing extraordinarily difficult and not very pleasurable, though I find having done it very pleasurable. I won't lie about that.

Admitting failure is quite cleansing, but never - pleasurable.

High heels are pleasure with pain.

I've never cackled with laughter at a single line I've ever written. None of it has given me pleasure.

I write with a sort of grim determination to deal with things that are hidden and difficult, and this means, I think, that pleasure is out of the question. I would associate this with narcissism anyway, and I would disapprove of it.

Ingenue parts are plentiful. And once you get old, they'll start hiring you again for character parts. But the middle years are tough.

I always write about war, love, death, and injustice. There's plenty of that around, so I never run out of ideas.