Quotes About Struggle

Yet it is at this very age when, in his heart of hearts, a young lad most craves for recognition and love; and he becomes the devoted slave of any one who shows him consideration. But none dare openly love him, for that would be regarded as undue indulgence and therefore bad for the boy. So, what with scolding and chiding, he becomes very much like a stray dog that has lost his master.

Why did the lamp go out? I shaded it with my cloak to save it from the wind, that is why the lamp went out. Why did the flower fade? I pressed it to my heart with anxious love, that is why the flower faded. Why did the stream dry up? I put a dam across it to have it for my use, that is why the stream dried up. Why did the harp-string break? I tried to force a note that was beyond its power, that is why the harp-string is broken.

El destino del hombre es equivocarse, afanarse inútilmente y sufrir, pero lo que no puede es quedar estancado; sacrifica su vida en aras de lo que considera su deber.

In the impenetrable night, All the sorrows of the world, All its sins and evils, Its tears and cruelties, Have risen in tumult, overflowing their banks And blaspheming the skies. Yet, O fearless, O sorrow-stricken one, With the groanings of the earth resounding in your ears, Accept the mad evil days with fortitude, And with hope undimmed in your soul, Hold on for the new shore. - Poem 37

I came out alone on my way to my tryst. But who is this that follows me in the silent dark? I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not. He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger; he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter.

A man doesn't have to seek misfortune; it's gonna throw at him uninvited.

I hear the thundering flood tumbling my life from world to world and form to form, scattering my being in an endless spray of gifts, in sorrowings and songs..

No puedo hallar descanso; soy un extraño para mi propio corazón.

The time comes when it can stop no longer, for the competition grows keener, organization grows vaster, and selfishness attains supremacy.

Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire.

It is our mission to face it and prove our humanity by dealing with it in the fullest truth.

the forces of the human heart become entangled among the forces of the human automaton

My clouds, sorrowing in the dark, forget that they themselves have hidden the sun.

The world-flood has swept over our country

I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

I tried to bake a cake for my mother's birthday - it took me four hours. It was terrible, and I cried for three days.

If you want to look at the state of humans, you should look at the state of animals first. People are choosing whether or not they can feed an animal and their family. And every shelter coast-to-coast is stuffed.

Women, as we know, used to be judged incapable of medicine. That changed in 1876, when, after a tenacious fight led by Britain's first female doctor, Elizabeth Garret Anderson, the law was changed to prohibit women's exclusion from medical schools. Now, more than 140 years later, female medical students outnumber men. Yet, according to Lawson, our predisposition to avoid antisocial hours and put family before career means we are more

My writing routine is this: 1) Have a job. I can't do shit if I don't know where the rent is coming from--I tried the thing where you just declare yourself a writer and live on unemployment/savings/the kindness of strangers but that resulted in clinical depression. (interview with Amy Guth, Bigmouth Indeed Strikes Again)

When she is with them she is not herself; when she is without them she is not herself; and so it is as difficult to leave your children as it is to stay with them. To discover this is to feel that your life has become irretrievably mired in conflict, or caught in some mythic snare in which you will perpetually, vainly struggle.

when people freed themselves they usually forced change on everyone else. In fact, the first thing people sometimes did with their freedom was to find another version of the thing that had imprisoned them. Not changing, in other words, deprived them of what they'd gone to such trouble to attain (freedom).

Writing comes out of tension, tension between what's inside and what's outside.

So much is lost, he said, in the shipwreck. What remains are fragments, and if you don't hold on to them the sea will take them too.

Your failures keep returning to you, while your successes are something you always have to be convince yourself of.