Strength and growth come only through continuous effort and struggle.

If I want people to be empathetic to my struggle – they don’t see hate crimes at the mosque, they don’t see people screaming at their cousins, brothers, or sisters who wear a hijab to “go back to your country” – I have to do the same.

Where there is no struggle, there is no strength.

The things Nas’ Illmatic was saying were sometimes hard realities but it was done on such a high level, I felt I could point to him as a representative. Someone who put my struggle and my worldview into poetry.

At what point in my struggle with nature will nature finally give up?

When I am halfway there with a painting, it can occasionally be thrilling… But it happens very rarely; usually it’s agony… I go to great pains to mask the agony. But the struggle is there. It’s the invisible enemy.

Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.

If you’re absent during my struggle, don’t expect to be present during my success.

Always remember that striving and struggle precede success even in the dictionary.

What is being black? It’s making the most of your life, not taking a single moment for granted. Taking something that’s seen as a struggle and making it work for you, or you’ll die inside. Not to say that my struggle is like the collective struggle of black America. But maybe my struggle is similar to one black dude‘s.

The Christian community latched onto a lot of my music, because there were a lot of things about my struggle they related to. But I didn’t really want to come out and be identified as a Christian, because I didn’t want to be a hypocrite, because my life wasn’t right.

My main interest right now is to expose the Jews. This is a lot bigger than me. They’re not just persecuting me. This is not just my struggle, I’m not just doing this for myself… This is life and death for the world. These God-damn Jews have to be stopped. They’re a menace to the whole world.

When I deal with my struggles in my songs, I feel like most people are going to identify with my struggles because they are essentially dealing with the same things.

My Struggles is a record close to me. It’s about what I went through at home living with an abusive father.

Life has meaning only in the struggle. Triumph or defeat is in the hands of the Gods. So let us celebrate the struggle!

The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone.

I just didn’t feel very good. One day I woke up and I was like: “All right. I’m going to start eating right. I’m going to start working out.” I figured it might help me feel a little bit better – even if I was still sick, it might help me move forward with my struggles. I just kind of turned a corner.

If prayer stands as the place where God and human beings meet, then I must learn about prayer. Most of my struggles in the Christian life circle around the same two themes: why God doesn’t act the way we want God to, and why I don’t act the way God wants me to. Prayer is the precise point where those themes converge.

You know that I can make hits. You know I can do all these rap records. So, I’m going to start opening up and letting you know my struggles.

To have striven, to have made the effort, to have been true to certain ideals – this alone is worth the struggle.

I wasn’t blessed with this unique talent for nothing. I have to put it on display. The game hasn’t retired me. When I went through all of my struggles, I became a champion right then. Now I just have to walk through my destiny.

When I came out in the public about my struggles with alcohol and drugs, that’s probably the most vulnerable I have ever been in my entire life.

When you struggle with your partner, you are struggling with yourself. Every fault you see in them touches a denied weakness in yourself.

As a teenager, my struggle was how do I balance being empathetic and compassionate towards my peers, while also living my life for myself and not basing my decisions on those around me, and really living a life where I receive my happiness from my own experiences rather than from people pleasing.

My struggles with myself seldom reach aerobic level.

My struggle has allowed me to transcend that sense of shame and stigma identified with my being a Black gay man. Having come through the fire, they can’t touch me.

Many years ago, in the throes of my struggles on the PGA Tour, I had difficulty even getting into pro-ams. I needed money, so I put together a 45-minute magic show I’d perform at corporate events surrounding the tournament.

The only weapon I had was my dancing.
With that I fought like a general without an army.
If I could have saved all the energy I wasted on my struggle
it would have sufficed me to cover a dozen ballets.

The harder the struggle, the more glorious the triumph. Self-realization demands very great struggle.

The struggle alone pleases us, not the victory.

Love and violence-not to conquer one with the other but to live with both, that’s what I’ve learned. Each pulling me a different way. If I relax my struggles they don’t tear me in two, but lift me up.

No one knows my Struggle, they only see the Trouble. Not knowing it’s hard to carry on when, No one loves you.

I’m interested in the cultural thing – music, then eventually cinema. I think it’s part of my struggle as a cultural worker. I’m not into the armed thing. I cannot be violent.

The world of spying is my genre. My struggle is to demystify, to de-romanticise the spook world, but at the same time harness it as a good story.

My struggle is to preserve that abstract flash – like something you caught out of the corner of your eye, but in the picture you can look at it directly.

My struggle to remain healthy is gradually killing me.

I identified myself through football so when Jason Peter the football player no longer existed, Jason Peter the person was gone as well. Such a huge part of my struggle in life was finding a purpose, trying to find something else that I could be great at.

It’s a struggle for every young Black man. You know how it is, only God can judge us.

So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times, I once contemplated suicide and woulda tried, but when I held that nine, all I could see was my mama‘s eyes, no one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble, not knowing it’s hard to carry on when no one loves you.

As an internationalist, I feel that it is simply my duty to fight for Borneo, as it is my duty to fight for Afghanistan or for Venezuela. If someone is ready to support my work and my struggle, I’ll be grateful. If no one will, I’ll do it on my own, somehow! Attempts to destroy our planet do not wait. Why should I?