Quotes About Struggle

That was the way with Moldenke, a brightly burning candle with a shortened wick, destined to burn low and give off gas.

The undernurtured young adult simply cannot afford to recognize that the parents he relies on are incapable of offering the support that he desperately needs.

It says something really terrible when the least safe place to deal with sexual orientation and identity issues is the Christian family and church.

The pattern is clear: dissent, lose, and leave (or be forced out).

You are afraid, afraid of your dreams, your dreams which were once your friends, your best friends, are now your enemies, your worst enemies.

The things I saw and things I missed- The many, many bloody things I fucking missed- It's just another morning; another morning when I wish I wasn't here.

Finished off and washed up before your time- But you will never run a pub. You will never own a shop- Instead, you will have your revenge- That is how you shall live- In place of a life, revenge.

Somewhere back on the moors, the visibility down to yards, I'd made that deal again. I catch him, stop him murdering mothers, orphaning children, then you give us one, just one.

I pulled myself up on my elbows and lay on my belly staring down into hell. There below me in the basin of Hunslet Carr, just 500 yards beneath me, was my England on the morning of Sunday 15 December in the year of Our Lord 1974, looking a thousand years younger and none the better.

Back in my muddy clothes at the door of my room, swallowing pills and lighting cigarettes, wanting to sleep but not wanting to dream, thinking this'll be the day that I die, pictures of Paula waving bye bye.

Because there is no fucking consolation- No consolation for not winning- That's irreplaceable.

Well, if there's a hell like this place then there has to be a heaven somewhere.

It's a big black bloody world full of a million black and bloody hells, and when those hells collide it's time for us to sit up and take fucking notice.

Sometimes the things we do to numb the pain, only creates more pain.

Women, eh? Can't live with them, can't kill 'em. 'Cept round Chapeltown.

It is a war of nerves and there will be casualties.

These should be the happiest days, weeks and months of your life, but behind the scenes, upstairs and down, there is always doubt, always fear and always trouble-

The scenery changes but the pain remains.

But it's over. It's over and you know it- No League Championships. No FA Cups. No European Cups- The roar and the whistle. The applause and the adoration- Finished forever. Second best. Forever.

Ten grand in your pocket. But it won't last. Not at this rate. Jobless and boozing. Fat and fucked. Not unless Peter says yes- Peter Taylor. The only friend you've ever had. Peter Taylor.

For Jack Kennedy, who only made campaigning LOOK easy, it was, in fact, anything but.

For fourteen years, Martin Luther King, Jr. lived in the valley of the shadow of death. He was stoned. He was stabbed. His home was bombed. He did important work despite the knowledge that people plotted his death. He sacrificed his safety, not his life. Stop saying that he gave his life, offered himself as a sacrifice. That is a lie. He was murdered.

Young visitors to the museum ask me, "What was it like to live during the civil rights struggle?" I gently tell them that we are living during the civil rights struggle. -David Pilgrim

the struggle to form the new is inevitably already shaped by the metaphors by which we have come to live.