Quotes About Struggle

My self-confidence was challenged.

There also will be those who are left behind.

A veces la vida se pone difícil cuando tu perfil no coincide con el de todos los demás.

It's just like the picture of a donkey dragging a cart with its owner dangling a carrot just in front of its nose. The donkey's owner may be going where he wants to, but the donkey is chasing an illusion. Tomorrow there will only be another carrot for the donkey.

It is not the love of money that is evil—it is the lack of money that causes evil. It is working at a job we hate that is evil. Working hard yet not earning enough to provide for our families is evil. For some, being deeply in debt is evil. Fighting with people you love over money is evil. Being greedy is evil. Committing criminal or immoral acts to get money is evil. Money by itself is not evil. Money is just money.

There's only two kinds of people in this world; enemies and tools" ? Joseph Stalin

The last capitalist we hang shall be the one who sold us the rope." ? Karl Marx

It is not heroes that make history, but history that makes heroes." ? Joseph Stalin

A half-dead thing in a stark dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold.

I was, I remember, nineteen years old, wrote poems, still wore no proper collar, ran out in the rain and snow, always woke up early in the morning, read Lenau, considered an overcoat a superfluous item, received a monthly salary of one hundred twenty-five francs and didn't know what to do with all that money.

What honest man was never in his life without sustenance? And what human being has ever seen as the years pass his hopes, plans, and dreams completely undestroyed? Where is the soul whose longings and daring aspirations, whose sweet and lofty imaginings of happiness have been fulfilled without that soul's having had to deduct a discount?

Money rules the world, and doubtless also, here and there, the bit of love within it, and when love turns to hate, one remembers unpaid board.

Exceptional estimable, good, nice, dear people they all were but they all, unluckily, kept asking me about the new novel, and that was excrutiating.

Los versos que resuenan en su cerebro le parecen graznidos de cuervos; le gustaría arrancarse la memoria.

Failure's sleeve cannot help but brush against the back of gratified desires and insatiability is inevitably left to gaze with smoldering eyes into the wise, peaceful eyes of a person who finds satiation within himself.

Un bel giorno mi toccherà un colpo, uno di quelli che annientano una persona, e allora tutto finirà: finirà questo intrico, questo struggimento, quest'ignoranza, tutto, tutto, gratitudine e ingratitudine, menzogna e miraggi, questo creder di sapere e invece non saper mai niente. Però desidero vivere, non importa come.

A veces ando errante en la niebla y en mil vacilaciones y confusiones, y a menudo me siento abandonado [...] En el fondo, lo único que da orgullo y alegría al espíritu son los esfuerzos superados con bravura y los sufrimientos soportados con paciencia

He is too sensitive to be happy, too haunted by all his irresolute, cautious, mistrusted feelings.

Artists, as a rule, understand nothing about business, or, for some reason or other, they aren't allowed to understand anything about it.

For it was inevitable that something a person was fond of, something he felt bound and conjoined to, would cause him distress as well: he would have to struggle with it, there would be much about it that displeased him, and at times he would even hate it because he had always felt so powerfully drawn to it.

So everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it's fun in the end.

we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.

They had to stir the churn of the ocean, until the soma floated up, as butter floats from milk. And this task could not be undertaken in opposition to the Asuras, but only with their help. The pronouncement ran contrary to everything the Devas had previously thought. But in the end, what did they have to lose, given that their lives were so futile? Now they thought: Anything, so long as there be a trial, a risk, a task.

The combination of our mortality with our groundlessness imparts to human life its pressing and enigmatic character. We struggle to in our brief time in the midst of an impenetrable darkness. A small area is lighted up: our civilizations, our sciences, our loves. We prove unable to define the place of the lighted area within a larger space devoid of light, and must go to our deaths unenlightened.