Quotes About Struggle

In childbirth grief begins.

O what will she do, a soul bitten into with wrong?

No one who goes against her can win.

What other creatures are bred so exquisitely and purposefully for mistreatment as women are?

Amongst mortals no man is happy; wealth may pour in and make one luckier than another, but none can happy be.

Surely, of all creatures that have life and will, we women are the most wretched. When, for an extravagant sum, we have bought a husband, we must then accept him as possessor of our body.

No mortal ever knows happiness and good fortune all the way to the end. Each one is born with his bitterness waiting for him.

AGAMEMNON: Oh immovable law of heaven! Oh my anguish, my relentless fate! CLYTEMNESTRA: Yours? Mine. Hers. No relenting for any of us.

I have pondered on the causes of a life's shipwreck. I think that our lives are worse than the mind's quality would warrant. There are many who know virtue. We know the good, we apprehend it clearly. But we can't bring it to achievement.

For strangely graven Is the orb of life, that one and another In gold and power may outpass his brother. And men in their millions float and flow And seethe with a million hopes as leaven; And they win their Will, or they miss their Will, And the hopes are dead or are pined for still; But whoe'er can know, As the long days go, That To Live is happy, hath found his Heaven!

Truly we are creatures of labor and suffering, and nothing for long. Labor and suffering, and the plain sight of our destiny is the cruelest thing of all.

The hounds snap fierce at your heels. Turn toward Athens. I hear them pelting hard on you, I see black flesh and snake-hands coiling round a fruit of agonizing pain.

Terrible things breed in broken hearts. And I see in my mistress' eyes a fury that wont be calmed… It can't be long before her sorrow turns, as sorrow always does, into rage.

And I'm a woman made of sorrow.

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I'd never want my muse to be a singer of nothing but disaster.

There liveth not in my life any more The hope that others have. Nor will I tell The lie to mine own heart, that aught is well Or shall be well…. Yet, O, to dream were sweet!

Look this way! Death is a debt all mortal men must pay; Aye, there is no man living who can say If life will last him yet a single day. On, to the dark, drives Fortune; and no force Can wrest her secret nor put back her course….

Scowlers—I tell thee truth, no more nor less— Life is not life, but just unhappiness

Terrible things breed in broken hearts. And I see in my mistress' eyes a fury that wont be calmed.

Medeia — (...) Dizem de nós que vivemos uma existência sem perigos, dentro de casa, ao passo que eles combatem com a lança. Pobre raciocínio! Antes queria lutar três vezes debaixo do broquel que dar à luz uma única vez.

What profit was it to live on, Friend, with my grief kept and mine honour gone?

Je sais combien la pauvreté met les amis en fuite.

An homecoming that striveth ever more And cometh to no home.