Quotes About Struggle

It's like each face was a sign like one of those "I'm Blind" signs the dago accordion players in Portland hung around their necks, only these signs say "I'm tired" or "I'm scared" or "I'm dying of a bum liver" or "I'm all bound up with machinery and people pushing me alla time." I can read all the signs, it don't make any difference how little the print gets.

We are victims of a matriarchy here, my friend, and the doctor is just as helpless against it as we are.

While his relaxed, good-natured voice doled out his life for us to live a rollicking past full of kid fun and drinking buddies and loving women and barroom battles over meager honors-for all of us to dream ourselves into.

He keeps trying to drag us out of the fog, out in the open where we'd be easy to get at.

But in spite of her efforts to stop the words she can feel some of the need getting through: he doesn't need me that much, he couldn't—

Sometimes—after futile all-nights—deserts fill my work-house and smoking sand gets in my eyes . . . and I must split the swollen cabin to check the dawn, to find: the creek still parties with the moon . . . the thrusting pine and whippoorwills still celebrate the sun. It generally works, and things are cool, but sometimes—after cutting out—nothing out there happens but the night. And those days were best forgotten.

Hell of a life. Damned if you do and damned if you don't. Puts a man in one confounded bind, I'd say.

This world . . . belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak.

That first day still came about as close to undoing me completely, both physically and mentally, as any day had in almost a week.

damn this world that just won't hold still for us!

I love them but I cannot give myself for them.

Poate ca omul, cu cat e mai nebun, cu atat poate deveni mai puternic.

I still had my own notions. How McMurphy was a giant come out of the sky to save us from the combine that was networking the land with copper wire and crystal

The big, hard body had a tough grip on life. It fought a long time against having it taken away, flailing and thrashing around so much I finally had to lie full length on top of it and scissor the kicking legs with mine while I mashed the pillow into the face. I lay there on top of the body for what seemed days.

No. No, listen. They don't bust you that way; they work on you ways you can't fight! They put things in! They install things. They start as quick as they see you're gonna be big and go to working and installing their filthy machinery when you're little, and keep on and on and on till you're fixed!

They didn't mind so much when I was a dumb logger and got into a hassle; that's excusable, they say, that's a hard-workin' feller blowing off steam, they say. But if you're a gambler, if they know you to get up a back-room game now and then, all you have to do is spit slantwise and you're a goddamned criminal.

Io so soltanto questo: nessuno è perfetto, in primo luogo, e a me sembra che tutti quanti impieghino la loro esistenza dilaniando il prossimo.

One of the reasons for his drinking, Henry said, was Jon's momma used to make the whole family get down on their knees and pray like fury every time Jon's daddy would come home boozed. Jon never quite got it straight that they weren't thanking the good Lord for his blessing, same as they did at the supper table. So according to Henry, booze come to be something holy to him and with faith like that Jon grew up religious as a deacon.

She got to where she was tripping me and beating me to the floor.

I was born dead. Not you. You wasn't born dead. Ahhhh, it's been hard...

He had come to life for maybe a minute to try to tell us something, something none of us cared to listen or understand, and the effort had drained him dry.

The trouble with superheroes is what to do between phone booths.

People demand freedom only when they have no power.

Mere goodness can achieve little against the power of nature.