Quotes About Struggle

In the country of the insane, the integrated man doesn't become king." Mr. Bahu's face was positively twinkling with Voltairean glee. "He gets lynched.

Mon Dieu, la vie est par trop moche.

The sick woman was usurping the place of the healthy one. He was being dragged back from the memory of the sunlit down and the quick, laughing girl, back to this unhealthy, overheated room and its complaining occupant.

the good that I would,'" he quoted, "'I do not; and the evil that I would not, that I do.

I'm thinking of a queer feeling I sometimes get, a feeling that I've got something to say and the power to say it -- only I don't know what it is, and I can't make use of the power. If there was some different way of writing...Or else something else to write about.

La felicidad real siempre aparece escuálida por comparación con las compensaciones que ofrece la desdicha. Y, naturalmente , la estabilidad no es, ni con mucho, tan espectacular como la inestabilidad. Estar satisfecho de todo no posee el encanto que supone mantener una lucha justa contra la infelicidad, ni el pintorequismo del combate contra la tentación o contra una pasión fatal o una duda. La felicidad nunca tiene grandeza

Punctured, utterly deflated, he dropped into a chair and, covering his face with his hands, began to weep. A few minutes later, however, he thought better of it and took four tablets of soma. Upstairs in his room the Savage was reading Romeo and Juliet.

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. 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.

I am I, and wish I wasn't.

I'm claiming the right to be unhappy.

Take one sexually inept wage-slave,'" she went on, "'one dissatisfied female, two or (if preferred) three small television-addicts; marinate in a mixture of Freudism and dilute Christianity; then bottle up tightly in a four-room flat and stew for fifteen years in their own juice.

the last electric titillation died on the lips, like a dying moth that quivers, quivers, ever more feebly, ever more faintly, and at last is quite still. But for Lenina the moth did not completely die. Even after the lights had gone up, while they were shuffling slowly along with the crowd towards the lifts, its ghost still fluttered against her lips, still traced fine shuddering roads of anxiety and pleasure across her skin.

The self, however, is a living organism, and refuses to be denied without a struggle.

Home, home - a few small rooms, stiflingly over-inhabited by a man, by a periodically teeming woman, by rabble of boys and girls of all ages. No air, no space; an understerilized prison; darkness, disease and smells.

Mr. Barbecue-Smith was tossed to the floor.

For the good that I would,'" he quoted, "'I do not; and the evil that I would not, that I do.'" "Who said that?" "The man who invented Christianity—St. Paul.

Everybody should stick to the insanity that God has seen fit to curse him with.

Casi todos desean la paz y la libertad, pero son muy pocos los que tienen gran entusiasmo por las ideas, sentimientos y actos que hacen factibles esos ideales. Inversamente

Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain.

The Savage shook his head. "It all seems to me quite horrible." "Of course it does. Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. 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.

The mind is its own place; she carried her hell about with her.

La felicidad real siempre aparece escuálida por comparación con las compensaciones que ofrece la desdicha. Y, naturalmente, la estabilidad no es, ni con mucho, tan espectacular como la inestabilidad. Y estar satisfecho de todo no posee el hechizo de una buena lucha contra la desventura, ni el pintoresquismo del combate contra la tentación o contra una pasión fatal o una duda. La felicidad nunca tiene grandeza.

torture and other forms of stress were inflicted

The triumph of humanism is the defeat of humanity.