Quotes About Struggle

What do most people do? When there's a tree in the way they grab that axe, dull or not, and start whaling away at it. And if they

The good news for the Washington Federals is they do not have a quarterback controversy. The bad news is they do not have a quarterback.

It was said that trials were what made the victory so sweet, but Herbert never bought that. From where he sat, he'd settle for having the victories come a little easier now and then. . . .

Thomas Jefferson had once written: "The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.

I confess, without shame, that I am sick and tired of fighting—its glory is all moonshine; even success the most brilliant is over dead and mangled bodies, with the anguish and lamentations of distant families, appealing to me for sons, husbands and fathers….Tis only those who have never heard a shot, never heard the shriek and groans of the wounded or lacerated…that cry aloud for more blood, more vengeance, more desolation.

Hickenlooper's guns had range on him.

Movements are born from the problems of everyday lives, but they are not limited by them.

actually seemed more like his butt said it because at the moment, he was on his hands and knees, trying to fit into an elevated, three-and-a-half foot crawlspace that appeared to not have been entered in close

And being stubborn. "Why don't you just let me get up there?" I said, trying to

CONTROL MYSELF?!! I'm a MONSTER! Monsters don't control themselves! That's the whole IDEA!

They kill you before you die...

Hate. Hate is the key. Control your hate. Control your rage.

Depressed, I went for a long walk to figure out what to do about my healthy mental state. Didn't electroshock therapy mess up your mind if you were sane when they zapped you? I thought I'd read something about that somewhere, but I also didn't have access to an electroshock therapy device. The best I could do was stick my finger in a light bulb socket. That didn't seem like the answer. What did insane people do? Well,

I was sane, I would always be sane, and I was just going to have to deal with it. Sometimes life sucks. *

I'd held my job in the mailroom of a heartless corporation run by sinister men in dark suits for over three months now, and today at lunch my boss' boss had nodded and half-smiled in my direction. My future was looking bright.

I landed on top of him and we struggled frantically for control of the weapon. Punches were thrown. Head-butts were exchanged. Obscenities were uttered. I'd been in vicious fights before, but this was the first one to take place on top of a mutilated corpse.

Allowing something you've created to be undermined to a point where you can no longer believe in it or stand behind it feels suicidal to me.

I think you're confusing suicide with self-destruction, and they're very different. Almost none of us commit suicide, whereas almost all of us self-destruct. Somehow. In some part of our lives. We drink, or take drugs, or destabilize the happy job

But, in the end, joy cannot fend off evil. Joy can only remind you why you fight.

The world we are a part of now is difficult to accept, unimaginably difficult. I don't know if I accept everything even now. I don't know how I can. But acceptance moves past denial, and maybe there's defiance in that, too.

God, but the coast here was painfully beautiful, the dark lush greens of the fir trees piercing his brain, the half-raging sky and sea, the surge of salt water against the rocks twinned to the urgent wash of blood through his arteries as he waited for her to kill him or hear him out. Seditious thoughts: there would be nothing too terrible about dying out here, about becoming part of all of this.

Do you understand? Nothing thrives without being broken. Nothing exists without being dead first.

The words would linger, form in his mind, but never become sound, trapped between his need and his will.

Back there, I had always felt as if my work amounted to a futile attempt to save us from who we are.