Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?
Believe me, the reward is not so great without the struggle.
The triumph can't be had without the struggle.
When I was 15, I changed my name legally. I think it was largely due to my struggle about being gay. Everything just didn't fit, and I was trying to find things I could identify myself with, and it started with my name.
I justified it in so many ways. I had a very, very long and difficult struggle with my sexuality.
If I was 14 and knew some gay people, I wouldn't nearly have had the struggle I had. Our world is definitely changing.
Clearly, children's charities struggle to find private sources of money to sustain their benevolent programs.
There was a village watercolour society and they'd come and paint in my field. I watched them from the window, the way they would struggle this way and that to find the perfect moment. God has made every angle on that beautiful, and I felt that tremendously.
I wanted to express myself. I wanted to be creative and I didn't want to worry about someone bossing me around in the process. You have to struggle no matter where you are to get to where you're going, so I'm like, working it honey!
I said it was my feeling that the American people would struggle for peace, and that has since been underscored by the President of these United States.
Through the years I have received my share of recognition for efforts in the fields of sports, the arts, the struggle for full citizenship for the Negro people, labor's rights and the fight for peace.
No idea can succeed except at the expense of sacrifice; no one ever escapes without enduring strain from the struggle of life.
In terms of the feeling of the piece, I cant think about what people are gonna think about it, what are the critics gonna say, I'm trying to bring some resolution, and realize that myself. It's a struggle; it's a process that gets us this.
There was a whole language that I could never make function for myself in relationship to painting and that was attitudes like tortured, struggle, pain.
Justice is never given; it is exacted and the struggle must be continuous for freedom is never a final fact, but a continuing evolving process to higher and higher levels of human, social, economic, political and religious relationship.