Quotes About Struggle

unloved women have no biographies—they have histories.

I've thought I was right about life at various times, but faith is difficult. one thing I know. If living isn't' a seeking for the grail it may be a damned amusing game.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.… And one fine morning—— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

I tried very hard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life.

Tok? gilinim?si ? save be jokios paguodos, nepatenkint? saviraiškos troškim? ir jausm?, kad laikas nepaliaujamai, tuš?iai lekia pro šal?, palengvina tik ?sitikinimas, kad n?ra ko prarasti, nes visos pastangos ir laim?jimai taip pat bever?iai.

So we beat on, boats against the current.

Assim vamos persistindo, como barcos contra a corrente, incessantemente levados de volta ao passado.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning—— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Tahtsin ära minna ja sumedas õhtuhämaruses pargi poole jalutada, aga iga kord, kui ma lahkumist üritasin, mässiti mind lärmakasse, pöörasesse vaidlusse, mis kiskus mu nagu köitega toolile tagasi. Ent küllap vaatas samal ajal mõni juhuslik möödamineja pimenevalt tänavalt üles, uudistades inimsaladusi, mida varjas meie kollaste akende rida.

This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.

Ci sono soltanto perseguitati e persecutori, affaccendati e stanchi.

Non c'è fuoco o gelo che possa sfidare ciò che un uomo arriva a custodire tra i fantasmi del proprio cuore.

There was some element of loneliness involved- so easy to be loved- so hard to love.

Amerikal?lar?n ara s?ra toprak kölesi olmay? istedikleri olur, ama köylü s?n?f?ndan olmaya kar?? hep direnmiÅŸlerdir.

a valley of ashes—a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of ash-gray men who move dimly and already crumbling though the powdery air.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then but that's no matter - to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further...And one fine morning - So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Ours was a generation grown up to find all gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken --

one thing's sure and nothings' surer the rich get richer and the poor get -children In the meantime In between time

One gal drank a can of floor wax and topped it off with a cup of Clorox, trying to separate herself from the same world he was in.

Depression years come back to me now as the happy times, even though we were all struggling. We were happy and didn't know it.

No, non era la morte a spaventarla. Era questa sua vita di ogni giorno, che cominciava a ricordarle troppo da vicino la grigia sala d'aspetto del reparto di terapia intensiva.

Questa era Slagtown un sabato sera qualunque, e a un isolato da lì la Birmingham dei bianchi fingeva d'ignorarne l'esistenza.

Poor little old human beings—they're jerked into this world without having any idea where they came from or what it is they are supposed to do, or how long they have to do it in. Or where they are gonna wind up after that. But bless their hearts, most of them wake up every morning and keep on trying to make some sense out of it. Why, you can't help but love them, can you? I just wonder why more of them aren't as crazy as betsy bugs." —Aunt Elner, 1978

I eat out of stress, she told Robbie, and now, between work and her nephews driving her crazy, she was just on the verge of having to switch from her MEDIUM to her FAT AS A HOG wardrobe again, which meant she was going to have to switch shoe sizes as well. Robbie said she was the only perwon in America who gained weight in her feet.