Quotes About Struggle

No, war is never about killing the enemy. War is about remaking the world to suit the whims of some powerful group over the whims of some other powerful group. The dead are just the sparks that fly from the metal as they grind it down.

John jolted awake to find himself staring down a shotgun wielded by his greatest enemy: himself.

I'm burning out, John. Seriously. I don't know if I'm up for this. I feel stretched out, like too little butter scraped over too much waffle. And then it all falls down into one of the waffle holes and there's none left for the rest of the waffle and you sort of have to tilt it to make it run out.

Guys like him, the ones who grip the Bible so tight they leave fingernail grooves, they're the ones who are the most scared of their dark side.

You'll know that humans aren't cut out for anything. We cut ourselves out. Slowly, with a rusty knife. Because otherwise, here's what's going to happen: you're going to die and you're going to stand at the gates of judgment and you're going to ask God what was the meaning of it all, and God will say, 'I created the universe, you little shit. It was up to you to give it meaning.

NO!" he screamed at it. "No! Don't you see, you dumb son of a bitch? We don't want to kill you! Can you even hear me, you fucking animal? I will put this through your goddamned neck!

If God was the type who needed to be asked verbally before he would support your side over man-eating monsters, then she wasn't sure what good he would be once he joined.

And so, feeling like men trying to work a jigsaw puzzle blindfolded and using only our butt cheeks to grip the pieces, we left.

We didn't do any of it on purpose. We're just … not very good at things.

I should let you know that I had no idea how to play the guitar or any other musical instrument, and that the sound of my singing voice could probably draw blood from a man's ears, and perhaps kill a dogs outright.

Sorry, Dave. My grandpa used to tell me, toward the end when he was going crazy, that talking through a dog ain't like talking through a sausage. Molly is in here with me and I gotta compete with the barker.

Guys like him, the ones who grip the Bible so tight they leave fingernail grooves, they're the ones who are the most scared of their dark side. Always going too far the other way, fighting for the Lord, often just because it gives them an excuse to fight.

We're like one German soldier alone on the beaches of Normandy on D-Day, holding a sharp stick.

You say you're not a hero? Well, I'm going to tell you the best and the worst thing you've ever heard. Heroes aren't born. You just go out there and grind it out. You fail and you look foolish and you just keep grinding.

the ones who grip the Bible so tight they leave fingernail grooves, they're the ones who are the most scared of their dark side. Always going too far the other way, fighting for the Lord, often just because it gives them an excuse to fight.

Who would bring light must endure burning.

A man lusts to become a god…and there is murder. Murder upon murder upon murder. Why is the world of men nothing but murder?

In my most recent novel, The Eros Project, I have called this age–old habit of people of making war and preying upon each other simply the War. This use is close to what Hobbes identified as the war of all against all, which he thought to be the natural state of man.

As a germinated seed seeks its way out of the ground into the light of day, I longed to break free of the old thoughtways that stifled me and restrained my inspiration.

He watched them return from the war unbowed, full of rage, and more committed than ever to white supremacy.

What did people do before they could go online and find answers to secret problems? Oh right, they killed themselves

Is it fucked?" I asked. She nodded. "Cancer." She whispered it so lightly I almost didn't hear. Then the word flew over and smacked me.

He knew how much pride his people took him being forever misunderstood.

It is a soldier's right to complain, his only defense against orders not to his liking.