Quotes About Struggle

ever the knightly years were gone With the old world to the grave, I was a king in Babylon And you were a Christian slave, —W.E. Henley.

The Law, as quoted, lays down a fair conduct of life, and one not easy to follow.

Baloo made one effort to hurry, but had to sit down panting

No man's cub can run with the people of the jungle, howled Shere Khan. Give

One day, a high summer flood washed him out of the burrow where he lived with his father and mother, and carried him, kicking and clucking, down a roadside ditch. He found a

been lame in one foot from

THIS IS THE STORY of the great war that Rikki-tikki-tavi fought single-handed, through the bathrooms of the big bungalow in Segowlee cantonment. Darzee, the Tailorbird, helped him, and Chuchundra, the musk-rat, who never comes out into the middle of the floor, but always creeps round by the wall, gave him advice, but Rikki-tikki did the real fighting.

One day, a high summer flood washed him out of the burrow where he lived with his father and mother, and carried him, kicking and clucking, down a roadside ditch.

The Man Pack are angry. They throw stones and talk child's talk. My mouth is bleeding. Let me run away.

Wolf Pack, ye have cast me out too. The jungle is shut to me and the village gates are shut. Why?

Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling

THE MIRACLE OF PURUN BHAGAT The night we felt the earth would move We stole and plucked him by the hand, Because we loved him with the love That knows but cannot understand. And when the roaring hillside broke, And all our world fell down in rain, We saved him, we the Little Folk; But lo! he does not come again! Mourn now, we saved him for the sake Of such poor love as wild ones may. Mourn ye! Our brother will not wake, And his own kind drive us away! Dirge of the Langurs.

Chuchundra is a broken-hearted little beast. He whimpers and cheeps all the night, trying to make up his mind to run into the middle of the room. But he never gets there.

No fairyland is Capua—still, 'tis better Than other lands. St. Vincent licked the stamp and signed the letter, And bound the bands Of that foul, frail red tape which strangles ever The honest energetic fool's endeavour.

Most true is it in the Great Game, for it is by means of women that all plans come to ruin and we lie out in dawning with our throats cut.

When the flicker of London's sun falls faint on the club-room's green and gold, The sons of Adam sit them down and scratch with their pens in the mold— They scratch with their pens in the mold of their graves, and the ink and the anguish start When the Devil mutters behind the leaves: It's pretty, but is it art?

And the end of the fight is a tombstone white with the name of the late deceased, And the epitaph drear: A Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East.

Those who beg in silence starve in silence,' said Kim, quoting a native proverb.

Anything by Kipling

The Fore and Aft had enjoyed unbroken peace for five days, and were beginning, in spite of dysentery, to recover their nerve. But they were not happy, for they did not know the work in hand, and had they known, would not have known how to do it. Throughout those five days in which old soldiers might have taught them the craft of the game, they discussed together their misadventures in the past — how such an one was alive at dawn and dead ere the dusk

Una donna può perdonare l'uomo che ha rovinato tutto il lavoro della sua vita, se quest'uomo saprà darle amore; un uomo, invece, potrà perdonare chi ha distrutto il suo amore, ma non chi ha distrutto il suo lavoro. [La luce che si spense]

His name was Charlie Mears; he was the only son of his mother who was a widow, and

e disse ben poco altresì di quella mostruosa gibbosità, intrisa di sangue, che si chiama il Sabotino, e che fu presa, perduta e ripresa, nel modo più glorioso, durante i primi giorni della guerra; mentre ora giaceva lì, sotto di noi, apparentemente calma, come un pascolo montano