Quotes About Struggle

Parents are as confused about by life as anyone else. But they try very hard.

But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.

Like trapped animals struggling to break free. What a curse was sickness in old age. This damned Parkinson's, cruel as torture.

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.' A clutter of troublesome feelings filled

There is always hope-hope enough to balance our despair. Or we would be lost.

Literature is that which he can not read without pain, without choking on truth.

I am either lacerated or ill at ease and occasionally subject to gusts of life

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

A creative writer is one for whom writing is a problem.

Valéry used to speak of those people who die in an accident because they are unwilling to let go of their umbrellas; how many subjects repressed, refracted, blinded as to their true sexuality, because they are unwilling to let go of a stereotype.

Despite the difficulties of my story, despite discomforts, doubts, despairs, despite impulses to be done with it, I unceasingly affirm love, within myself, as a value.

To read is to struggle to name, to subject the sentences of a text to a semantic transformation. This transformation is erratic; it consists in hesitating among several names: if we are told that Sarrasine had ' one of those strong wills that know no obstacle '. what are we to read? will, energy, obstinacy, stubbornness, etc.?

My claim is to live to the full contradiction of my time

I limp along through my mourning.

Miseries of a birth.

Una parte de mí vela en la desesperación; y simultáneamente otra se agita mentalmente arreglando mis asuntos más futiles. Resiento esto como una enfermedad.

Depression comes when, in the depths of despair, I cannot manage to save myself by my attachment to writing.

Ciò che reclamo è vivere la piena contraddizione del mio tempo, che mai così bene ha reso al sarcasmo la condizione della verità.

The crisis of engulfment can come from a wound

l'amour avait fait de lui un déchet social, ce dont il se réjouissait.

Like the Roman fringe or the nocturnal plait, sweat is a sign. Of what? Of moral feeling. Everyone is sweating because everyone is debating something within himself.

3 de abril de 1978 Desesperación: la palabra es demasiado teatral, forma parte del lenguaje. Una piedra.

We're a strange animal, so often destroying what we love for selfish ends, and yet tantalized by the sense that there are other choices if only we had strength to make them. In the politics of 400 years ago, we find the same questions we battle with today.

I'm not trying as a writer to be smart or to understand the inner workings of my narrator, I'm trying to survive the typing of this story.