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Quotes about Struggle

But, then, nothing is easy.
— Ernest Hemingway
I even read aloud the part of the novel that I had rewritten, which is about as low as a writer can get and much more dangerous for him as a writer than glacier skiing unroped before the full winter snowfall has set over the crevices.
— Ernest Hemingway
If the people show too much courage on this world, the society must choke them to break them - and by that, of course, kill them. The society breaks everyone, but after that many become stronger on that broken places. And those it cannot broke, it kills them.
— Ernest Hemingway
To win a war, we must kill our enemies.
— Ernest Hemingway
It is in defeat that we become Christian.
— Ernest Hemingway
You are killing me, fish, the old man thought. But you have a right to. Never have I seen a greater, or more beautiful, or a calmer or more noble thing than you, brother. Come on and kill me. I do not care who kills who. Now
— Ernest Hemingway
You're feeling it now, fish, he said. And so, God knows, am I.
— Ernest Hemingway
I had always expected to become devout. All my family died very devout. But somehow it does not come." "It's too early." "Maybe it is too late. Perhaps I have outlived my religious feeling." "My own comes only at night." "Then too you are in love. Do not forget that is a religious feeling.
— Ernest Hemingway
Now I have done what I can, he thought. Let him begin to circle and let the fight come.
— Ernest Hemingway
The hardest thing in the world to do is to write straight honest prose on human beings.
— Ernest Hemingway
He wants to in the whirl of his own weakness. But the river is coming. By being forced to change, he'll be powerful in change.
— Ernest Hemingway
But, in yourself, you said that you would write about these people ... and for once it would be written by some one who knew what he was writing of. But he would never do it, because each day of not writing, of comfort, of being that which he despised, dulled his ability and softened his will to work so that, finally, he did no work at all.
— Ernest Hemingway