Quotes About Struggle

There were always in me, two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who would leap into a scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

Had there been no difficulties and no thorns in the way, then man would have been in his primitive state and no progress made in civilisation and mental culture.

The tension between "yes" and "no," between "I can" and "I cannot," makes us feel that, in so many instances, human life is an interminable debate with one's self.

It seemed to me that a penis was a very primitive instrument for dealing with life.

The poor have to labour in the face of the majestic equality of the law, which forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread.

Armenia is dying, but it will survive. The little blood that is left is precious blood that will give birth to a heroic generation. A nation that does not want to die, does not die. April 9, 1916 Sorbonne

But canst thou only die, withered embryo, foetus steeped in gall and scalding tears? Miserable abortion, dost thou think thou canst taste death, thou who hast never known life? If only God exists, that he may damn me. I hope for it. I wish it. God, I hate Thee! dost Thou hear? Overwhelm me with Thy damnation. To compel Thee to, I spit in Thy face. I must find an eternal hell, to exhaust the eternity of rage which consumes me.

In every household the Revolution had emptied the cooking-pot.

When it does not yield to the rudder," said he to them, "the ship yields to the rock.

The Christian state," said St. Cornelius, "is not without serious inconveniences for a penguin. In it the birds are obliged to work out their own salvation. How can they succeed? The habits of birds are, in many points, contrary to the commandments of the Church, and the penguins have no reason for changing theirs. I mean that they are not intelligent enough to give up their present habits and assume better.

las pobres gentes, adiestradas en la obediencia por sus antiguos tiranos y por sus recientes libertadores, se alejaron de allí cabizbajas, arrastrando los pies.

If you can't go back to your mother's womb, you'd better learn to be a good fighter.

I suspect you knew: to live is to be irradiated. It is a sacrifice, this life.

Politics was his passion, but he wasn't suited for the rough-and-tumble of the game. He felt things too deeply. There was no wall between his head and his heart.

You may not be able to see the battle others are fighting, and you may believe they are confident and have never known sadness or fear, but believe me, they have, so be kind. Take

As I go on my way I may happen to fall from a precipice or be pursued by stones, but each time, I beg you to believe, it's only a reality.

Hacía mucho tiempo que yo había dejado de entenderme con Nadja. Lo cierto es que quizás nunca nos hemos entendido, al menos acerca de la manera deafrontar las cosas sencillas de la existencia.

Todo aquello que siento la tentación de comenzar, que requiere un sostenido esfuerzo, hace que me sienta demasiado seguro de que no estoy a la altura de la vida tal como yo la amo y se me ofrece: la vida hasta perder el aliento.

I salute Antonin Artaud for his passionate, heroic negation of everything which causes us to be dead while alive.

Isegi kui olen üritanud midagi hingega teha, olen ma enam kui kindel, et ei vääri elu sellisena, nagu ma teda armastan ja nagu ta end pakub: elu, mis võtab hingetuks.

But Nadja was poor, which in our time is enough to condemn her, once she decided not to behave entirely according to the imbecile code of good sense and good manners.

Je ne nie pas que l'amour ait maille à partir avec la vie. Je dis qu'il doit vaincre et pour cela s'être élevé à une telle conscience poétique de lui-même que tout ce qu'il rencontre nécessairement d'hostile se fonde au foyer de sa propre gloire.

Les hommes désespèrent stupidement de l'amour - j'en ai désespéré - ils vivent asservis à cette idée que l'amour est toujours derrière eux, jamais devant eux : les siècles passés, le mensonge de l'oubli à vingt ans. Ils supportent, ils s'aguerrissent à admettre surtout que l'amour ne soit pas pour eux, avec son cortège de clartés, ce regard sur le monde qui est fait de tous les yeux de devins.