Quotes About Struggle

You get born as a boy and then you just end up messing everything just to be a girl. In the end, nobody supports you and you die as a miserable no one. End of story."

Why you wan' the whole world when ya have a likkle piece a hope here? Stay. Stay and fight, man. Fight till you look 'pon what you wan' see.

You see, there is a list, written by the hand of the Almighty in a celestial book, which details the rich and wonderful accomplishments his subjects might achieve here on earth: father of philosophy, composer of the finest music, ace pilot of the skies, paramour to lucky women. Now I knew: beside the name Gilbert Joseph was written just one word -- driver. All endeavours to erase, replace or embellish were useless.

But I am Armenian and I understand what it is to lose a country and lose a family and have massacres and genocides and everything against my people.

Desperate, lonely, cut off from the human community which in many cases has ceased to exist, under the sentence of violent death, wracked by desires for intimacy they do not know how to fulfil, at the same time tormented by the presence of women, men turn to logic.

We tried to be all of the things ... we are not.

And when I have that feeling, that feeling like I need a handout, desperate, I want to pull my skin off and turn into dust.I want to throw myself back to the angels and tell them to start over,start over without me cause you put the screws in loose, you put the hinges in wrong.

You know why you keep losing, 'cause, guess what, you're a fucking loser.

I can't help but wonder...if it's such a big deal for a middle-aged white guy to feel important...What happens when he doesn't?

So you're like… living in the margins, making your case in the margins, trying to make a difference maybe, from the margins...but nobody really wants to listen to you. To see you. 'Cause you're not the story they want to tell.

It doesn't say: "Logan's kid brothers looked like little angels in Star Wars pajamas and that fucking fuckface tried to shoot them dead, and what's the point in God, or anything in the universe after that?" It doesn't say: "God. Where the fuck were you last night?

Jesus. I do not wanna be called a vampire n-word.

Pedaling fast fast fast, this is my only chance to stop it. This is the place where it looks like everything is gonna go horribly wrong and there's no hope, but then because it's a movie there is hope after all and there is a surprise that changes everything and everyone breathes a sigh of relief and everybody gets to go home and feel good about themselves and maybe fall asleep in the car.

About as defiant as a girl can be with her mouth gagged, her arms pinned and her legs spread wide open

felt resentful.

For endless minutes he crawled after them wondering why the hell he was working his ass off to save humanity. Humanity? Weren't most people like those two fools ahead? Brainless cattle. That's whose future he was trying to save? Evolution, or just a coincidence, might have brought forth a couple of people who might be worth the effort but most were just a waste of space.

Well, we don't have to work often for this to be much trouble." The Padrone smiled. "Besides, even Dante described the Florentines as greedy, envious, and arrogant people. It is good to keep a bit of distance from this city.

Doubt was probably a sickness he was born with, and fighting against it was his lot in life...

Do you realize that Hitler wanted to the same thing as you?" John gasped. "What do you mean?" "To safeguard humanity's future, of course! That is the goal he was working for. He knew the world was limited in size that it could not be enough for all and that there must be a fight for space and natural resources. And he had understood that this struggle was natural, that the races had to prove themselves and that it was only this struggle that kept them strong.

the emergency is already here, the cup of endurance fast running over – but the onrush of catastrophe does have a temporality of its own. It imposes tight constraints on those who want to fight.

People wielding that axe have always been told that we're fucked, we're doomed, we should just try to scrape by, nothing will ever change for the better; from the slave barracks to the Judenräte and onwards, every revolt has been discouraged by the elders of defeatism.

In the ghettos, as in the extermination camps to which they were the antechamber, the résistants embarked on a race against death. To struggle and resist was the only lucid choice, but this most often meant for the fighters no more than choosing the time and manner of their death. Beyond the immediate outcome of the struggle, which most often was inevitable, their combat was for history, for memory

Not only do the rich make our lives miserable, they are working to terminate the lives of multitudes.

Precisely the hopelessness of the situation constituted the nobility of this resistance.