Quotes About Struggle

About 15 years ago I went though a period of a year or so when I just couldn't find anything good. My wife noticed I was having trouble reading menus. I bought some cheap reading glasses in a drug store. I got home and suddenly all these books that weren't good were good.

I'm about to fuck up, he thought clearly, and his next thought was, but I don't have to. This was followed closely by a third thought, the last of this familiar sequence, which was, but I'm going to anyway.

My dad once told me something when I was young and having boyfriend problems. He said all guys are guided by three things: their head, their heart and their dick. And those three things are always fighting with each other inside guys to be the one that makes the decisions. So, my question to you, young man, is which one guides you when you want to be with me?

I am the homosexual you cannot be proud of

Yeni kapitalizmin zaman boyutu, insan?n karakteri ile bu karakterin süregiden bir anlat?ya dönüÅŸmesini engelleyen ç?lg?n zaman deneyimi aras?nda bir çat??ma yaratt?.

Rutin, belirli bir noktada zararl? hale gelmeye baÅŸlar. Çünkü insanoÄŸlu kendi çabas? üzerindeki kontrolünü yitirir; çal??ma zaman? üzerindeki kontrolün yitmesi ise insan?n zihnen öldüÄŸü anlam?na gelir.

not only did Horace Greeley, in less than a month's time, lose his wife, the election, his money, his mind, and his own life, but he also became the only presidential candidate of a major political party to receive no electoral votes.

The heroic deeds of those great worthies do not comfort the church so much as their falls and bruises do.

Discouragements, then, must come from ourselves and Satan, who laboureth to fasten on us a loathing of duty.

Sometimes a Christian has such confused thoughts that he can say nothing but, as a child, cries, `O Father', not able to express what he needs, like Moses at the Red Sea. These stirrings of spirit touch the heart of God and melt him into compassion towards us, when they come from the Spirit of adoption, and from a striving to be better.

Discouragements, then, must come from ourselves and from Satan, who labors to fasten on us a loathing of duty.

We laugh & it pits the world against us.

We pull our boots on with both hands but we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

I'm not suggesting the world is good, that life is easy, or that any of us are entitled to better. But please, isn't this the kind of thing you talk about in somber tones, in the afternoon, with some degree of hope and maybe even a handful of strategies?

I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. I'd rather quit. I'd rather be sad. It's too much work.

I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving. You could drown in those eyes, I said, so it's summer, so it's suicide, so we're helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

We can do anything. It's not because our hearts are large, they're not, it's what we struggle with. The attempt to say Come over. Bring your friends. It's a potluck, I'm making pork chops, I'm making those long noodles you love so much.

You'd break your heart to make it bigger, so why not crack your skull when the mind swells.

Dear Forgiveness, you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things I want to ask you.

God says, Which one of you fuckers can get to me first?

Something's not right about what I'm doing but I'm still doing it— living in the worst parts, ruining myself.

You are a fever I am learning to live with.

I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy.

I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it.