Quotes About Struggle

The worst place to be is in the middle. When elephants fight, the grass gets trampled.

I wanted to ask her what the fuck was wrong but I had a date with a pack of skittish whores.

The Navy has no consideration for wives, is inclined to deplore their very existence, in fact.

Ship sinks or you falls overboard, all swimming's going to do is

Ship sinks or you falls overboard, all swimming's going to do is make it take longer to drown.

I think we are, by our own closed-door admissions, a fractious untrusting tribe unified only because we are besieged by larger forces.

Al mejor cazador se le escapa la liebre

Conqueror's glory be damned. I hadn't even managed to wash my hair in a week.

He hardly ate anything, and only stayed on his feet thanks to his lunacy. But that was a strong stick to lean on. He was not dying anytime soon.

No one wants to suffer. But that is the fate of each. And some suffer more. Not necessarily of their own volition. It's not about to enduring the suffering. It's about how you endure it.

Doubts. Only evil, sir, never has any. But no one can escape his destiny.

When there's hunger you don't share out your food, you just devour the weakest ones. This practice works among wolves, since it lets the healthiest and strongest individuals survive. But among sentient races selection of that kind usually allows the biggest bastards to survive and dominate the rest.

Life, it turns out, isn't poetry! And do you know why? Because it's so resistant to criticism!

Strzyg, wi­wern, en­driag i wil­koÅ'aków wkrótce nie bÄ™dzie na Å›wiecie. A skurwysyny bÄ™dÄ… zaw­sze.

Popatrz jeno. KoÅ›cióÅ', karczma, bordel, a w Å›rodku miÄ™dzy nimi kupa gówna. Oto parabola ludzkiego ?ywota.

The Witcher had a knife to his throat. He was wallowing in a wooden tub, brimfull with soapsuds, his head thrown agains the slippery rim. The bitter taste of soap lingered in his mouth as the knife, blunt as a doorknob, scraped his Adam's apple painfully and moved towards his chin with a grating sound.

We were all just as brave,' finished Julia Abatemarco. 'Neither of the sides had the strength to be braver. But we … We managed to be brave for a minute longer.

A baptism of fire, the Witcher thought, furiously striking and parrying blows. I was meant to pass through fire for Ciri. And I'm passing through fire in a battle which is of no interest to me at all. Which I don't understand in any way. The fire that was meant to purify me is just scorching my hair and face.

Rzucanie pracy i dalekie chodzenie za potrzebÄ… groziÅ'o utratÄ… cennych przemyÅ›leÅ", a na to ?aden uczony pozwoli? sobie nie mógÅ'

If the world is to be saved like that-' the Witcher lifted his head '-it would be better for it to perish

What were you doing? Good or bad?' 'I don't know,' said Geralt with effort. 'I don't know, Yurga. Sometimes it seems to me that I know. And sometimes I have doubts. Would you like your son to have doubts like that?' 'Why not?' the merchant said gravely. 'He might as well. For it's a human and a good thing.' 'What?' 'Doubts. Only evil, sir, never has any. But no one can escape his destiny.

Como muy bien has advertido, esto no es un cuento, sino la vida real. Terrible y malvada. Y por eso, maldita sea, vivámosla lo mejor y más decentemente posible. Limitemos la cantidad de los daños realizados a otros al mínimo indispensable.

Your great causes, your wars, your struggle to save the world … Your end which justifies the means … Prick up your ears, Philippa. Can you hear those voices, that yowling? Those are cats fighting for a great cause. For indivisible mastery over a heap of rubbish. It's no joking matter—blood is being spilled and clumps of fur are flying. It's war. But I care incredibly little about either of these wars, the cats' or yours.

As you correctly observed, this isn't a fairy tale, it's life. Lousy and evil. And so, damn it all, let's live it decently and well. Let's keep the amount of harm done to others to the absolute minimum.