Quotes About Struggle

There was something called liberalism (...) Liberty to be inefficient and miserable. Freedom to be a round peg in a square hole.

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

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery.

If after every tempest came such calms, may the winds blow till they have wakened death.

He wanted to imprison his nameless misery in words.

But the nature of power is such that even those who have not sought it, but have had it forced upo them, tend to acquire a taste for more. Lead us not into temptation, we pray--and with good reason; for when human beings are tempted too enticingly or too long, they generally yield.

She would have laughed if she haven't been at the point of crying.

The Savage shook his head. 'It all seems to me quite horrible.' 'Of course it does. Actual happiness always 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.

Perhaps the forces that now menace freedom are too strong to be resisted for very long. It is still our duty to do whatever we can to resist them.

Can you say something about nothing? That's what it finally boils down to. I try and I try.

?izofreni kendi cehennemine ve araf?na oldu?u kadar kendi cennetine de sahiptir.

Pero las lágrimas son necesarias. ¿No recuerda lo que dice Otelo? "¡Si tras cada tempestad vienen tales calmas, soplen los vientos hasta que despierten a la muerte.

La actual felicidad siempre parece muy menguada en comparación con las compensaciones que brinda la miseria. Y, además, la estabilidad no es ni con mucho tan espectacular como la inestabilidad. Y el estar satisfecho no tiene el encanto de una denodada lucha contra la desgracia, ni el pintoresquismo de una pugna contra la tentación, o de una fatal derrota a manos de la pasión o de la duda. La felicidad nunca es grandiosa.

The real hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who appear to be most normal.

If after every tempest come such calms, may the winds blow till they have awakened death.

At thirty-eight I was a poor, struggling, tired, overworked, unknown journalist. Now, at fifty... He paused modestly and made a little gesture, moving his fat hands outwards, away from one another, and expanding his fingers as though in demonstration. He was exhibiting himself. Denis thought of that advertisement of Nestle's milk—the two cats on the wall, under the moon, one black and thin, the other white, sleek, and fat. Before Inspiration and after.

He squeezed her limp hand almost with violence, as though he would force her to come back from this dream of ignoble pleasures, from these base and hateful memories_back into the present, back into reality: the appalling present, the awful reality_but sublime, but significant, but desperately important precisely because of the imminence of that which made them so fearful.

Librarse de todo lo desagradable en lugar de aprender a soportarlo. Si es más noble soportar en el alma las pedradas o las flechas de la mala fortuna, o bien alzarse en armas contra un piélago de pesares y acabar con ellos enfrentándose a los mismos... Pero ustedes no hacen ni una cosa ni otra. Ni soportan ni resisten. Se limitan a abolir las pedradas y las flechas. Es demasiado fácil.

Getting rid of everything unpleasant instead of learning to put up with it. Whether 'tis nobler 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.

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.

Those who crusade, not for God in themselves, but against the devil in others, never succeed in making the world better, but leave it either as it was, or sometimes even perceptibly worse than it was, before the crusade began.

The unpleasantness of life in the utopia

Such is life, such the mysterious dispensations of providence. All of us have our little crosses, and every man, as the apostle so justly remarked, shall bear his own burden.

But somehow something kind of went wrong on the way between the wanting and the saying. And then the doing seemed to go just as wrong as the saying. She always wanted to do things excitingly, romantically, like in a play. But you can't make things be exciting and romantic, can you?