Quotes About Struggle

Man was born damned and innocent from the start, and wretchedly - as he must - on those two themes - whistles his tune.

She was one of the most unimportantly wicked women of her time - because she could not let her time alone, and yet could never be a part of it.

A Girl is gone! A Girl is lost! A simple Rustic Maiden but Yesterday swung upon the Pasture Gate, with Knowledge nowhere, yet is now, to-day, no better than her Mother, and her Mother's Mother before her! Soiled! Despoiled! Handled! Mauled! Rumpled! Rummaged! Ransacked! No purer than Fish in Sea, no sweater than Bird on Wing, no better than Beasts of Earth!

Il tempo non è abbastanza lungo! [...] Non è abbastanza lungo per una vita che faccia dimenticare le sue notti.»

Oh, for God's sweet sake, couldn't you stand not learning your lesson? Because the lesson we learn is always by giving death and a sword to our lover.

If you don't want to suffer you should tear yourself apart.

In her face was the tense expression of an organism surviving in an alien element.

as if the air, by its very lightness, by its very non-resistance, were an almost insurmountable problem, making her body, though slight and compact, seem much heavier than that of women who stay upon the ground.

It's a gruesome thing that man learns only by what he has between the one leg and the other! Oh, that short dangle! We corrupt mortality by its industry.

in the end you'll all be locked together, like the poor beasts that get their antlers mixed and are found dead that way, their heads fattened with a knowledge of each other they never wanted, having had to contemplate each other, head-on and eye to eye, until death; well, that will be you and Jenny and Robin.

The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.

Oh," he cried. "A broken heart have you! I have falling arches, flying dandruff, a floating kidney, shattered nerves and a broken heart!

The very condition of Woman is so subject to Hazard, so complex, and so grievous, that to place her at one moment is but to displace her at the next.

A man's sorrow runs uphill; true it is difficult for him to bear, but it is also difficult for him to keep.

For most people, life is nasty, brutish, and short; for me, it has simply been nasty and brutish.

Even the contemplative life is only an effort, Nora my dear, to hide the body so the feet won't stick out.

When a man is in despair, it means that he still believes in something.

Probably many people think that I came back to life after the Fifth Symphony. No. I came back to life after the Seventh.

I had to write a requiem for all those who died, who had suffered. (...) But how could I do it? I was constantly under suspicion then, and critics counted what percentage of my symphonies was in a major key and what percentage in a minor key. That oppressed me, it deprived me of the will to compose.

The truth is that the war helped. The war brought great sorrow and made life very very hard. Much sorrow, many tears. But it had been even harder before the war, because then everyone was alone in his sorrow.

Kakvi smo mi to ljudi? Kakav smo mi to narod?... Izme?u Azije i Evrope, na granici vera, carstava, ginuli smo nerazumno, više za druge nego za sebe... i ne stekosmo ni jednog vernog prijatelja. Taj nesre?ni i prokleti srpski narod! U Evropi smo danas jedina država koja nema nijednog istinskog prijatelja. Nijednog! Ali nas Bog opet sa?uva. Sa?uva nas zbog ne?eg. I za nešto.

Ljudi se vide u patnji, narod na svadbi, a država u ratu.

Shvataš li šta je to po?i u rat? Ako se i vratim, ne?u biti onaj koji je otišao. Ja se, Natalija, ne bojim smrti, bojim se rata. Užasno se bojim rata.

Zato što velika ljubav mora da se dokazuje. Mala ne mora. (...) Velikoj ljubavi nijedan dokaz nije dovoljan. Kao ni velikoj veri. One se neprestano mu?e sa sumnjom.