Quotes About Struggle

It is always the first and last steps that are the hardest to take. We walk away and try not to turn back, or we stand just outside the gates, terrified to find what's waiting for us now that we've returned. In between, we stumble blindly from one place and life to the next. We try to do the best we can. There are moments like this, however, when we are neither coming nor going, and all we have to do is sit and look back on the life we have made.

There are those who wake up each morning to conquer the day, and then there are those of us who wake up only because we have to. We live in the shadow of every neighborhood. We own little corner stores, live in run-down apartments that get too little light, and walk the same streets day after day. We spend our afternoons gazing lazily out of windows. Somnambulists, all of us. Someone else said it better: we wake to sleep and sleep to wake.

What was it my father used to say? A bird stuck between two branches gets bitten on both wings. I would like to add my own saying to the list now, Father: a man stuck between two worlds lives and dies alone.

If the last thing a man has to hold on to is his sense of pride and accompanying dignity, then more likely than not he will expend every last trace of energy doing so.

The men who beat me were driven as much by fear as hate.

Don't worry', he said. I almost laughed when he said that. Don't worry. It's only the people whove never had to worry about shit in their lives who say that.

I had lost too much of the heart and all the faith needed to stay afloat in a job where every human encounter felt like an anvil strung around my neck just when I thought I was nearing the shore.

L'amore? È una maledizione che piomba addosso e resistere è impossibile.

Hepimiz, az çok umut etmekte diretiyoruz.

S'illude, Drogo, di una grandiosa rivincita a lunga scadenza, crede di avere ancora un'immensità di tempo disponibile, rinuncia così alla minuta lotta per la vita quotidiana.

ama insan hayatta her istedi?ini elde edemez ki, mant?kl? olmak gerek...

Ferma, ferma!" si vorrebbe gridare, ma si capisce ch'è inutile. Tutto fugge via, gli uomini, le stagioni, le nubi; e non serve aggrapparsi alle pietre, resistere in cima a qualche scoglio, le dita stanche si aprono, le braccia si afflosciano inerti, si è trascinati ancora nel fiume, che pare lento ma non si ferma mai.

?i cu nenum?rate suferinÈ›e e d?ruit? lumea, dar muÈ™c?turile invidiei sunt printre r?nile cele mai aprige, mai profunde, mai greu de cicatrizat È™i cu mult mai demne de mil? decât oricare altele.

Tudo se esvai, os homens, as estações, as nuvens; e não adianta agarrar-se às pedras, resistir no topo de algum escolho, os dedos cansados se abrem, os braços se afrouxam, inertes, acaba-se arrastado pelo rio, que parece lento, mas não para nunca.

We all know that, when caught off our guard, there comes a dark temptation from the depths of our lower selves, something atavistic stirs, and we think thoughts, or even do deeds, of which we would never have believed ourselves capable.

I can cope with Ambrosius," came Mona's voice from the shadows.

More tears began to flow, but tears of rage this time. Mona was furious with herself, with Hugh, but above all, with Jelkes, whom she recognised as acting as a kind of conscience to the pair of them.

I hate the past and for that matter the present

Life has never been easy. Nor is it meant to be. It is a matter of being joyous in the face of sorrow.

We were all the same. Kids from nowhere going nowhere. He always saw a light through the darkness. Knew the cracks let that light in, and that those cracks could suck you up.

Destiny and history are untidy.

The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.

Those who turn the day into night, the young, the drug addict, the profligate, the drunken and that most miserable, the lover who watches all night long in fear and anguish. These can never again live the life of the day. When one meets them at high noon they give off, as if it were a protective emanation, something dark and muted. The light does not become them any longer. They begin to have an unrecorded look. It is as if they were being tried by the continual blows of an unseen adversary.

Suffering is the decay of the heart; all that we have loved becomes the 'forbidden' when we have not understood it all...