Quotes About Struggle

How many people get their stories right from day to day?

A prisoner of he who has already slain you once, he thought. No doubt near to his place of power, in a cage built just for me. Bad. Bad. There

I am a man who occasionally aspires to things beyond the belly and the phallus. I am not the saint the Buddhists think me to be, and I am not the hero out of legend. I am a man who knows much fear, and who occasionally feels guilt.

You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair. In the end it's all a question of balance.

Did life treat everyone so wantonly, ripping the good things to pieces while letting bad things fester and grow like fungus

But it was an unrefrigerated world. And everything ended badly.

the secret of survival was to balance hope and despair

The carnage upon the chessboard of life, left wounded humans in its wake

independence came at a high price: a debt with a payment schedule of hurt and regret.

Make up your mind, yaar, choose one thing.' 'How can I? I'm just a human being,' he replied

The lives of the poor are rich in symbols.

In those days, continued Ishvar, it seemed to me that that was all one could expect in life. A harsh road strewn with sharp stones and, if you were lucky, a little grain. And later? Later I discovered there were different types of roads. And a different way of walking on each.

Hell has ways of permeating heaven's membrane.

Hell has ways of permeating heaven's membrane.

Did life treat everyone so wantonly, ripping the good things to pieces while letting bad things fester and grow like fungus on unrefrigerated food? Vasantrao Valmik the proofreader would say it was all part of living, that the secret of survival was to balance hope and despair, to embrace change. But embrace misery and destruction?

Losing, and losing again, is the very basis of the life process, till all we are left with is the bare essence of human existence.

the secret of survival was to balance hope and despair, to embrace change.

Haunted by the unhappiness that appeared like an ugly creature to live in their home

Where humans were concerned, the only emotion that made sense was wonder, at their ability to endure; and sorrow, for the hopelessness of it all.

Jis met?si ? šal?, vengdamas šuns ant kelio, geltono mišr?no, nusususio ir perkarusio. Manekas dirstel?jo pro užpakalin? stikl?, ar gyvulys laimingai per?jo gatv?. J? sutraišk? už j? važiuojantis sunkvežimis.

Time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.

Rohinton Mistry

People forget how vulnerable they are despite their shirts and shoes and briefcases, how this hungry and cruel world could strip them, put them in the same position as my beggars.

What an unreliable thing is time—when I want it to fly, the hours stick to me like glue. And what a changeable thing, too. Time is the twine to tie our lives into parcels of years and months. Or a rubber band stretched to suit our fancy. Time can be the pretty ribbon in a little girl's hair. Or the lines in your face, stealing your youthful colour and your hair." He sighed and smiled sadly. "But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.