Quotes About Struggle

And I wanted to be as I had been yesterday, a boy again, without the heaviness of doubt, this pressing fear, this new treachery that lifted to realms of singing gold, and in a little space, flung to pits of night.

There is silly are people. You must suffer, or cause others to suffer, before you will have respect of one kind or the other from them...I will not stand to be looked at by anybody, especially when the looking is done with wrong thinking.

God, how impossible life is without money. Nothing can ever overcome it, it's everything when it's anything. How can I write in peace with endless worries of money, money, money? ("Disappearing Act")

Everything seemed to flood over him then. It was as though he'd been the little Dutch boy with his finger in the dike, refusing to let the sea of reason in.

God help me, he thought. God help all us poor wretches who could create and find we must lose our hearts for it because we cannot afford to spend our time at it. ("Mad House")

The foraging for food and water, the struggle for life in a world without masters, housed in a body that man had made dependent on himself.

It was a moment in which he felt a desperate need to believe in a God that shepherded his own creations. But, even praying, he felt a twinge of self-reproach, and knew he might start mocking his own prayer at any second. Somehow, though, he managed to ignore his iconoclastic self and went on praying anyway. Because he wanted the dog, because he needed the dog.

There were still many things to learn, but not so many as before. Strangely, life was becoming almost bearable.

It's at times like this I hate the brain. It always builds more barriers than it can topple.

He hungered for peace and there was no peace. Terror was his only food.

No, no, there was danger there. It was thinking of the past that drove him to the bottle. He was just going to have to accept the present.

Another day. Another collection of wracking hours.

Tais pensamentos eram um testemunho hediondo do mundo que ele havia aceitado; um mundo no qual assassinar era mais fácil que ter esperanças.

He was out hunting for Cortman. It had become a relaxing hobby, hunting for Cortman; one of the few diversions left to him.

And the answer was always lost in a tangle of becauses and wells and endless reasons that he clung to like a drowning man at straws.

No amount of reasonable threats prevailed.

The flailing storm of lead crumpled and threw Jake Holman like a giant hand wadding wastepaper.

It's not easy having a good time! Even smiling makes my face ache!

Aunt Agnes said, "It's hard to make a good Christian out of a cat.

T]he name that matters is the name you make for yourself in a life of struggle and success!

Gladys took a supper tray upstairs to Mother, who said she could not face anybody anymore that night or maybe ever. Lucille was a worse case. She stalked through all the rooms staring up at the ceilings like she was planning to take her cue from Captain Campbell and hang herself from a light fixture.

Human history was the story of increasingly disoriented hunger.

Nobody's perfect, she liked to say. But, man, we all fall short so beautifully.

That's the ruling story on this planet. We live suspended between love and ego.