To suffer and to endure is the lot of humanity.
Life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom, To shape and use.
When one has not father, or mother, or brother, and all one's friends have barely bread enough for themselves, life cannot be very easy, nor its crusts very many at any time.
There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful.
The world is a grindstone and life is your nose
Every thing in this world exist to wear you down
When we first were working, we had no money. We were all sharing this ghastly flat and we had nothing.
Though there were moments of beauty, Mariam knew for the most part that life had been unkind to her.
My life has never been easy. It's like all the major events of my life have always been difficult.
For the wretched one night is like a thousand; for someone faring well death is just one more night.
Life is one long struggle in the dark.
The life of men is painful.
You won't die, Francie. You were born to lick this rotten life.
My life growing up was a twisted Bronx version of 'The Color Purple.' It had a much different soundtrack and no trees, but that desperation was the same.
In Brazil, I didn't have it easy growing up.
Happiness is pure kitch; we come into the world to suffer and learn.
Over the hill to the poor-house I'm trudgin' my weary way.
Struggle has been a part and parcel of my life.
My life is like my shoes, worn out by service.
When I got pretty good I went on the road with a group. We starved.
The trials of living and the pangs of disease make even the short span of life too long.
Here below is not the land of happiness: I know it now; it is only the land of toil, and every joy which comes to us is only to strengthen us for some greater labor that is to succeed.
The years rolled their brutal course down the hill of time. Still poor, my clothes still smelling of the horse barn, still writing those doubtful poems where too much emotion clashed with too many words.
Life ain't all beer and skittles.
That was the way of this cold world, where men fished the sea and dug in the ground and died, whilst women brought forth short-lived children from beds of blood and pain.
