Quotes About Struggle

Rogers} sexual aim is "to convert a creature who is cool, dry, calm, articulate, independent, purposeful into a creature who is the opposite of these: to demonstrate to an animal which is pretending not to be an animal that it is an animal.

To refer even in passing to unpublished or struggling authors and their problems is to put oneself at some risk, so I will say here and now that any unsolicited manuscripts or typescripts sent to me will be destroyed unread. You must make your way yourself. Why you should be so set on the nearly always disappointing profession is a puzzling question.

It is a poor mind that is never in conflict.

spewed up like a broken spider-crab on the tarry shingle of the morning.

There is no life raft' you're just freaking swimming all the time.

She was fighting armies of demons which swirled through her mind and there was no way i could cross over into her nightmares and fight alongside her and bring her back.

When you deal with naked power from an inferior position, perspectives get distorted.

Thing is, I was having no luck. I couldn't even get molested in this town.

No matter how much I kept telling myself that I was behaving like an idiot, it was no use.

When I got outside, I came to a standstill and said loudly in the open street, as I clenched my hands: "I will tell you one thing, my good Lord God, you are a bungler!" and I nod furiously, with set teeth, up to the clouds; "I will be hanged if you are not a bungler.

There was a merciless gnawing in my chest, a queer silent labor was going on in there. I pictured a score of nice teeny-weeny animals that cocked their heads to one side and gnawed a bit, then cocked their heads to the other side and gnawed a bit, lay perfectly still for a moment, then began anew and bored their way in without a sound and without haste, leaving empty stretches behind them wherever they went.

During those days, both the bed and my little rickety table were swimming in notes and scribbled-over manuscripts that I took turns working on, adding new ideas that occurred to me in the course of the day, crossing out material or freshening up the dead passages with a lively word here or there, and pushing on from sentence to sentence with great labor.

No he tenido la mujer que hubiera necesitado en la vida; pero no por esto carezco de alegrías. Sólo que las enturbio; siempre las enturbio.

ingen Penge mere og kan ikke arbejde, blaut, Far, udsuget, Fan danse mig.

Fall has arrived and has already begun to put everything into a deep sleep; flies and other insects have suffered their first setback, and up in the trees and down on the ground you can hear the sounds of struggling life, puttering , ceaselessly rustling, laboring not to perish.

A tamo,na nebesima,sedeo je Bog i nije odvajao pogled od mene,pazio je da se moja propast odvija po svim pravilima umetnosti,ravnomerno i polako,ne izlazeci iz ritma.A u ponorima pakla djavoli se ljute sto se toliko dugo opirem da izvrsim neki veliki zlocin,neki neoprostiv greh za koji bi me Gospod u svojoj pravednosti bacio u bezdan...

Se nu er jeg borte fra byens larm og trængsel og aviser og mennesker, jeg er flygtet fra det altsammen fordi det igjen kaldte på mig fra landet og ensomheten hvor jeg er fra. Du skal se det kommer til å gå godt! Tænker jeg og har atter det bedste håp. Ak jeg har gjort en slik flugt før og er atter vendt tilbake til byen. Og atter flyktet.

an overexertion to which one is driven by inner content is easy to bear.

Hvad var iveien med Edevart? Hans hænder var store og stærke, hans sener i orden, men hans sind var splittet. Her seilte han væk tom og hjemløs, han var litt isenn blit fra intet sted, hvorhelst han flakket om drog han røtterne efter sig.

Here I am. Standing with my watch in hand which I'm going to pawn. So in with you. You hungry sinner.

Gud gjør sin yterste flid også med landstrykerne og later dem leve. Gud har fåt som en nys om at de intet er, at endog deres ødelæggelse er det rene skrôt uten storhet, det er bare simpel elendighet, simpel undergang, men han later dem ånde ind og ånde ut som veiret er til det.

I am like the salmon- i have to swim against the current- i have to.

Jeg har en bog i Hovedet, men den vil ikke ud, den Satan.

Det begyndte å komme rotne flækker i mit indre, sorte svamper som bredte sig mere og mere.