Quotes About Struggle

Almanyadaki semitizm karsitliginin ayni zaman bir Yahudi acisindan bakildiginda da hos karsilanmasi gereken somuclari var. Bana kalirsa alman yahudileri, surekli varliklarini, semitizm karsitligina borclular... Bu ayrim olmadan Almanyadaki yahudilerin asimilasyonu cabucak ve engelsiz gerceklesirdi.

we will hope that future historians will explain the morbid symptoms of present-day society as the childhood ailments of an aspiring humanity

There are three musts that hold us back: I must do well. You must treat me well. And the world must be easy.

Annabel, one of my clients who cherished her perfectionism because she felt that it made her a fine writer and an excellent mother, was having a hard time with some of David Burns's teachings against perfectionism in his book, Feeling Good. Dr. Burns, she thought, told her to give up all ideal goals and stick only to realistic and average ones. Then she couldn't be disappointed or depressed.

Evolution is arranged so that a species survives, not so that it will be happy while it survives.

When your heart begins to pound, your face gets hot, your thoughts race, your blood pressure skyrockets, and adrenaline surges through your body, you will seldom act in a rational way. Your rage may lead to a constant struggle to control your actions. Your fury itself may feel very uncomfortable and be a constant reminder that you are not dealing effectively with the world around you.

We must pass through the darkness, to reach the light.

She thinks, The boy has issues. He's no longer a surly, grumpy, malicious adolescent, rude to his elders, "fat, and scant of breath." Now he's a surly, grumpy, malicious adult, rude to his elders, "fat, and scant of breath." As a mother she finds this hard to admit, but she thinks her son is not quite right in the head. As a boy he played with imaginary friends; now he sees ghosts and dreams of dark plots and weird conspiracies.

Kitaplarla ÅŸaÅŸk?na dönmüÅŸ Don Quijote ve hac yolcusu Dante, öÄŸrendikleriyle felce uÄŸrayan Prens Hamlet, okuduklar?yla yaÅŸamak istediÄŸi hayat? birbirine kar??t?ran Emma Bovary..

Alcott Louisa May 1832-1888

The leech's kiss, the squid's embrace, The prurient ape's defiling touch: And do you like the human race? No, not much.

Did you eat something that didn't agree with you? asked Bernard. The Savage nodded. I ate civilization.

Don't try to behave as though you were essentially sane and naturally good. We're all demented sinners in the same cosmic boat - and the boat is perpetually sinking.

I'm claiming the right to be unhappy.

Perhaps it's good for one to suffer. Can an artist do anything if he's happy? Would he ever want to do anything? What is art, after all, but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life?

What's the point of truth or beauty or knowledge when anthrax bombs are popping all around you?

I believe one would write better if the climate were bad. If there were a lot of wind and storms for example...

Both of us victims of the same twentieth-century plague. Not the Black Death, this time; the Gray Life.

You got rid of them. Yes, that's just like you. Getting rid of everything unpleasant instead of learning to put up with it. Whether 'tis better in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them… But you don't do either. Neither suffer nor oppose. You just abolish the slings and arrows. It's too easy.

The more stitches, the less riches.

All right then, said the Savage defiantly, I'm claiming the right to be unhappy.

And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

Where there are wars, where there are divided allegiances, where there are temptations to be resisted, objects of love to be fought for or defended--there, obviously, nobility and heroism have some sense.

I know quite well that one needs ridiculous, mad situations like that; one can't write really well about anything else. Why was that old fellow such a marvelous propaganda technician? Because he had so many insane, excruciating things to get excited about. You've got to be hurt and upset; otherwise you can't think of the really good, penetrating, X-rayish phrases.