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Struggle Quotes
"You fight, work, sweat, nearly kill yourself, sometimes do kill yourself, trying to accomplish something - and you can't. Not from any fault of yours. You simply can do nothing, neither great nor little - not a thing in the world - not even marry an old maid, or get a wretched 600-ton cargo of coal to its port of destination."
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"The ongoing struggle to achieve a profound harmony between the deepest and most conflicting impulses of human beings instates the murkiness of my soul. The battle against the amorphousness of sin and depravity, and seeking unity and clarity, trace their origins to the primeval fire that launched humanity. This ancient warfare for control of the soul allows me to create myself. Because of the primordial inconsistences between ecstasy and reason, I am the repentant artist of my being. I am a beardless, sensuous, and androgynous sculptor, the redeemer and the transformer of my naked self."
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"The writer's shortness of breath became more and more distressing as he rose."
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"As long as all that is said is said against me, I feel a certain sublime assurance of success, but as soon as honied words of praise are spoken for me, I feel as one that lies unprotected before his enemies."
30
"We lived in the bowels of New York City. It was a struggle just to survive. This nice suburban kid hadn't had to do much of that before."
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"To ask them to legalize pot is something like asking them to put butter on the handcuffs before they place them on you, something else is hurting you - that's why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can't think, or madhouses or mechanical cunts or 162 baseball games in a season. or vietnam or israel or the fear of spiders. your love washing her yellow false teeth in the sink before you screw."
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"I think all good writing is a struggle. To write as well as you feel you can has to be a struggle, almost by definition, because you could always improve."
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"Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart, though all my power waken at his word, though he can move my every inmost part - yet nothing in the outer world is stirred. thus by existence tortured and oppressed I crave for death, I long for rest."
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"Thought-he told himself quietly-is a weapon one uses in order to act. No action was possible. Thought is the tool by which one makes a choice. No choice was left to him. Thought sets one's purpose and the way to reach it. In the matter of his life being torn piece by piece out of him, he was to have no voice, no purpose, no way, no defense."
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"Discouragement is root of distress."
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"For every Pharoah there is a Moses."
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"To some it is Napoleon, to some it is a philosophical struggle, to me it is allegro con brio."
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"Vladimir, be reasonable, you haven't yet tried everything. And I resumed the struggle."
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"I wish I could tell him that we're going through the same thing. I wish I could speak to him like I want to instead of like I'm supposed to. But the idea of admitting that I need help is too much to bear, so I turn away."
23
"The energy it took to exit mother's womb is the same force required to manifest a dream...a different kind of struggle. Push, push, push!"
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"He set out for Toulon. He arrived there, after a journey of twenty-seven days, on a cart, with a chain on his neck. At Toulon he was clothed in the red cassock. All that had constituted his life, even to his name, was effaced; he was no longer even Jean Valjean; he was number 24,601."
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"He seemed to be lying on the bed. He could not see very well. Her youthful, rapacious face, with blackened eyebrows, leaned over him as he sprawled there."'How about my present?' she demanded, half wheedling, half menacing."Never mind that now. To work! Come here. Not a bad mouth. Come here. Come closer. Ah!"No. No use. Impossible. The will but not the way. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. Try again. No. The booze, it must be. See Macbeth. One last try. No, no use. Not this evening, I'm afraid."All right, Dora, don't you worry. You'll get your two quid all right. We aren't paying by results."He made a clumsy gesture. 'Here, give us that bottle. That bottle off the dressing-table.'"Dora brought it. Ah, that's better. That at least doesn't fail."
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"The demons are not easily dispatched, instead attaching themselves to otherwise beautiful things, a favorite food or a love note left for you, to see how you react when they rear up."
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"It seemed unfair that despite the fact he could not use them, or feel them, his extremities should cause him so much discomfort."
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"As soon as the rocky coast line of the island came into view, I ordered one of the ropes to wrap around Annabeth's waist, tying her to the foremast. "Don't untie me," she said, "no matter what happens or how much I plead. I'll want to go straight over the edge and drown myself." "Are you trying to tempt me?""Ha-ha."
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"Travel brings wisdom only to the wise. It renders the ignorant more ignorant than ever."
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"Everybody was in struggle, in the grind trying to make it."
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"I am strangely tired, not from having talked so much but at the mere thought of what I still have to say."
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"The struggle is beautiful."
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"He who hates easiness in life will always find a though mountain to climb!"
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"There is joy at the end of every struggle we face. But you can never cross over and get there with the boats of complains. Complainer is only an explainer of pain! Take action!"
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"I'm Bipolar with PTSD there's no shortage of pain inside of me."
18
"In adolescence, I hated life and was continually on the verge of suicide, from which, however, I was restrained by the desire to know more mathematics."
18
"We all struggle. It's just that some of us struggle out loud and some of us don't."
18
"All suicides have the responsibility of fighting against the temptation of suicide. Every one of them knows very well in some corner of his soul that suicide, though a way out, is rather a mean and shabby one, and that it is nobler and finer to be conquered by life than to fall by one's own hand."
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"The houses have been condemned on Memory LaneI'm tired of this struggle that leaves everything the sameI've tried so hard to make it workthat I'm dying insideWell, you can take my pastBut you can't have my tomorrowPromises that remain promises are useless and they're cheapI wish I could put a price on words so I could make them keepI put so much faith in youI lost all my faith in meWell, you can take my pastBut you can't have my tomorrowI'm giving up on giving upI can't leave it all to prayer'Cause the first step in getting betteris knowing what's not thereYou said you'd make it betterand that just makes it worseWell, you can take my pastBut you can't have my tomorrowYes, I want my life to lastSo you can't have my tomorrowNo, you can't have my tomorrow."
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"I stared at her. 'But she drugged us.''That is no longer news, dumbass. Are you going to ask why she drugged you?''Allright,' I said, narrowing my eyes. 'Why?''Because, dear October, you're the most passively suicidal person I've ever met, and that's saying something. You'll never open your wrists, but you'll run headfirst into hell. You'll have good reasons. You'll have great reasons, even. And a part of you will be praying that you won't come out again."
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