Quotes About Struggle

But the rope is still more horrible when it forms the noose around the necks of weak and ignorant people.

Bu tarihte ak?ls?zl?k ve kan, zorbal?k ve yalan görüyorum, sürekli çiÄŸnedikleri yeminlerini duyuyor, Tanr?'ya dua ederken a??zlar?ndan ç?kan her insaf ve merhamet yakar???nda, üzerlerine bast?klar? topra?? nas?l aÅŸa??lad?klar?n? dinliyorum.

Sólo aquellos mártires, que van con un corazón puro y triste, fecundamente surcado por el pesado arado del dolor, realzan la vida

Sería una vileza enorme que yo la amase pensaba con palabras que no salían de sus labios; pero por el agudo dolor de su corazón comprendía que renunciaba a algo precioso, y así redimía una culpa aún no bien identificable

The struggle of the spirit against the senses is the gospel of modern man. I do not wish to have any part in it.

You too are an exile, I thought. You morn for the broad open steppes where you have room to spread your icy wings. Here you feel stifled and constricted, like an eagle that cries and beats against the bars of its iron cage.

like a mariner born and bred on board a buccaneer brig whose soul has become so inured to storm and strife that if cast ashore he would weary and languish no matter how alluring the shady groves and how bright the gentle sun.

Peki mutluluk nedir? DoymuÅŸ bir gururdur mutluluk. Kendini dünyada herkesten daha iyi, daha güçlü saysayd?m mutlu oldurdum. Herkes sevseydi beni, içimde bitmek tükenmek bitmez sevgi kaynaklar? olsayd?... Kötülük doÄŸuruyor bu. Ä°lk ac?, baÅŸkalar?na ac? çektirmenin hazz?n? öÄŸretiyor bize.

He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace

Atunci când consecinÈ›ele de nesuportat ale sindromului îngrijitorului, acelea de a te simÈ›i invizibil, golit, neiubit È™i abandonat, duc la recunoaÈ™terea neputinÈ›ei în faÈ›a dependenÈ›ei de a-i mulÈ›umi pe alÈ›ii, primul pas înspre recuperare a fost deja f?cut.

In the early days all I hoped was to make a living out of what I did best. But, since there's no real market for masturbation I had to fall back on my bass playing abilities.

Take an eye for an eye, turn your heart into stone, this all I have lived for, this all I have known.

If I'm not with a butch everyone just assumes I'm straight. It's like I'm passing too, against my will. I'm sick of the world thinking I'm straight. I've worked hard to be discriminated against as a lesbian.

But very quickly I discovered that passing didn't just mean slipping below the surface, it meant being buried alive. I was still me on the inside, trapped in there with all my wounds and fears. But I was no longer me on the outside.

Surrendering is unimaginably more dangerous than struggling for survival.

When my alarm jangled in the morning, I awoke feeling small and terrified. I couldn't find myself in my own life—there was no memory of me that I could grasp. There was no place outside of me where I belonged. So every morning I willed myself back into existence.

Sometimes I feel like I'm choking to death on what I'm feeling. I need to talk and I don't even know how.

People who lack economic and social power often expand their physical impact on the world. -In Pursuit of Silence

In a series of wonderful essays, Evan Handler gives himself up to us - warts and all. To our amusement and bemusement we share in his emotional growth as he struggles to mature. I not only laughed along with him but felt that I too had grown a little along the way. Who could ask for more?

The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown: The Lion beat the Unicorn all around the town. Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown: Some gave them plum-cake and drummed them out of town.

I wish I hadn't cried so much!" said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears !

It was much pleasanter at home, thought poor Alice, when one wasn't always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn't gone down the rabbit-hole--and yet--and yet--...

But it's no use now, thought poor Alice, to pretend to be two people! Why, there's hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person!

Why, there's hardly enough of me left to make ONE respectable person!