Quotes About Struggle

Man, I just feel blessed... I was in a situation where the only way I could come out of it was by putting my faith in God. No matter how good my lawyers were, no matter how much celebrity I had, everything was just stacked up against me.

Every person is fighting an internal battle today, but when we choose to be Joyful, knowingly or unknowingly we are spreading happiness in this world!

Every person is fighting an internal battle. Be Non-judgemental!

Some days are harder than the others. Some days the smile is just for pictures. Some days force you to think about the uncertainties rising everyday. Some days are just going to change us forever. Some days!"

Sometimes life throws big challenges, every next move seems to be hard. In such times we have to hold tight and keep sailing. Right things will happen. Keep faith.

In The Descent of Man he gave some powerful pages to illustrate its proper, wide sense. He pointed out how, in numberless animal societies, the struggle between separate individuals for the means of existence disappears, how struggle is replaced by co-operation, and how that substitution results in the development of intellectual and moral faculties which secure to the species the best conditions for survival.

The history of human thought recalls the swinging of a pendulum which takes centuries to swing. After a long period of slumber comes a moment of awakening. Then thought frees herself from the chains with which those interested — rulers, lawyers, clerics — have carefully enwound her.

Struggle! To struggle is to live, and the fiercer the struggle the intenser the life. Then you will have lived; and a few hours of such life are worth years spent vegetating.

Equality in mutual relations with the solidarity arising from it, this is the most powerful weapon of the animal world in the struggle for existence. And equality is equity.

and that they find in association the best arms for the struggle for life:

Es preciso, en fin, sumergirse en la existencia popular para osar retratarla.

Whence will the revolution come? How will it announce its coming? No one can answer these questions. The future is hidden. But those who watch and think do not misinterpret the signs: workers and exploiters, revolutionists and conservatives, thinkers and men of action, all feel that a revolution is at our doors.

Nothing yet has been accomplished Meanwhile the people suffer. The factories are idle, the workshops closed; industry is at a standstill. The worker does not even earn the meagre wage which was his before. Food goes up in price. With that heroic devotion which has always characterized them, and which in great crises reaches the sublime, the people wait patiently.

What fatherland can the international banker and rag-picker have in common?

Society is thus bound to remain divided into two hostile camps, and in such conditions freedom is a vain word.

In fact, we know full well today that it is futile to speak of liberty as long as economic slavery exists.

Another such victory over the Romans, and we are undone.

These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just which Joe would rise with the sun that day.

To earn bread is important; to taste its sweetness is more important.

The price for freedom may be high, but the price that we pay for being imprisoned and cut off from the very root of our being is even higher.

Sorprende y admira, por ejemplo, la franqueza con que Bell aborda el episodio de los abusos que Virginia sufrió de niña por parte de su hermanastro George Duckworth, un trauma que podría explicar tanto su sexualidad difícil como los constantes desequilibrios psíquicos que finalmente la conducirían al suicidio.

The young always have the same problem -- how to rebel and conform at the same time. They have solved this by defying their parents and copying one another.

So black was the way ahead that my progress consisted of long periods of inert despondency punctuated by spasmodic lurches forward towards any small chink of light that I thought I saw ... As the years went by, it did not get lighter but I became accustomed to the dark.

Sex is the last refuge of the miserable