Quotes About Struggle

Stemming it with hearts of controversy.

So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,That I would set my life on any chance,To mend it or be rid on 't.

Dwindle, peak, and pine.

I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient.

Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips.

Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.

O! what a rogue and peasant slave am I.

Tut, tut, good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better.

O! that I were as greatAs is my grief, or lesser than my name,Or that I could forget what I have been,Or not remember what I must be now.

I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.

We see which way the stream of time doth runAnd are enforc'd from our most quiet sphereBy the rough torrent of occasion.

One out of suits with fortune.

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defacedThe rich proud cost of outworn buried age,When sometime lofty towers I see down-rasedAnd brass eternal slave to mortal rage;When I have seen the hungry ocean gainAdvantage on the kingdom of the shore,And the firm soil win of the wat'ry main,Increasing store with loss and loss with store.

A pair of star-cross'd lovers.

One writ with me in sour misfortune's book.

An honest, exceeding poor man.

The painful warrior famoused for fight,After a thousand victories, once foil'd,Is from the books of honor razed quite,And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.

Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.

The beastWith many heads butts me away.

And my ending is despair,Unless I be reliev'd by prayer,Which pierces so that it assaultsMercy itself and frees all faults.

William Shakespeare

When he is best, he is a little worse than a man, and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyesI all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries.

I have full cause of weeping, but this heartShall break into a hundred thousand flawsOr ere I'll weep. O fool! I shall go mad.