Quotes About Struggle

Grappling with fate is like meeting an expert wrestler: to escape, you have to accept the fall when you are thrown. The only thing that counts is whether you get back up.

People praise virtue, but they hate it, they run away from it. It freezes you to death, and in this world you've got to keep your feet warm.

Oh! how near are genius and madness! Men imprison them and chain them, or raise statues to them.

What is a monster? A being whose survival is incompatible with the existing order.

All these weirdos, and me getting a little better every day right in the midst of them. I had never known, never even imagined for a heartbeat, that there might be a place for people like us.

She had nothing in this world but her two hands and her crazy love for Jesus, who seemed, for his part, never to have heard of her.

There was a part of her she hadn't yet allowed to be born because it was too beautiful for this place

I feel very privileged to hear how somebody used to run around stickin' people up and stealing cars, and now they're gettin' their life back together... I just love the stories. The stories of the fallen world, they excite us. That's the interesting stuff.

I'd been staying at the Holiday Inn with my girlfriend, honestly the most beautiful woman I'd even known, for three days under a phony name, shooting heroin. We made love in the bed, ate steaks at the restaurant, shot up in the john, puked, cried, accused one another, begged of one another, forgave, promised, and carried one another to heaven.

How could I do it, how could a person go that low? And I understand your question, to which I reply, Are you kidding? That's nothing. I'd been much lower than that. And I expected to see myself do worse.

I want you to take away the hope because that's the thing that's killing me.

One thing is certain: the lesson of Bobby Sands's determination comes through. One image returns over and over again: a naked man locked up twenty-four hours in a cell, without even the most rudimentary comforts or reading materials. He turns to his cellmate and chastises him for sleeping all day. "It's a waste of your opportunities, isn't it?

Sometimes you have compulsions that you can't control coming from the subconscious... They are the dictator inside ourselves.

Fortunately analysis is not the only way to resolve inner conflicts. Life itself still remains a very effective therapist.

Self-pity can breed self-destruction.

There's naught left to feed them, and so they know. Despite that, this thieving rabble persists in trying to take a share of what is not theirs by looting warehouses and breaking into the homes of decent tradesmen," Theobald spat out. His gaze swept

El país siempre pierde. Los mexicanos siempre se tiran al vacío desde el Castillo de Chapultepec y no logran salir de allí. Por ello es mejor callar. Es mejor ignorar. Es mejor emigrar.

México. Riqueza descomunal y pobreza desgarradora.

Ain't you interested in bettering yourself?" "'Bettering yourself.' Now there's a phrase for you. You think your brother is a better man now than he was when he was hoeing corn?" "He's happier." "That ain't the same thing. He's happy at everybody's else's expense. Progress is always at somebody's expense. Hit means putting everything in order till they's no room to breathe. Progress means cleaning everything up. But I like things dirty.

Yep, that girl was as dead as you could get inside. But Scarlett Jo wasn't worried. Not really. Because sometimes a person has to die in order to really live.

How am I going to manage? I'm never going to earn enough to support them. And a partner—ha! Who'd want to marry me, pregnant with somebody else's babies? Two of them! Nobody's going to want me." "Jade. That's not true." Twins.

I can't do this." She opened her eyes. "I can't do this, Beau." "Why not?" "This can't . . . go anywhere. I'll be leaving soon and—" "So don't. Don't go." She pushed away, and his arms fell. "I have to. It won't be safe here forever.

She'd left God in the dust quite some time ago.

Jake played the message again, catching the details this time. She was leaving the kids to him? Leaving them here? He swiped the phone off the table, and it hit the wall with a thump. This wasn't what he wanted. Yes, he wanted the kids, but not at Meridith's expense; they needed her. He needed her. Hadn't she listened to his messages? Didn't she know he loved her? If only he could make her believe it. How