Quotes About Struggle

But the truth was that she still felt the past moving like a thrombosis in the blood. It might reach her heart and kill her one of these days.

Een man hoeft slechts zijn intellectuele tienertijd te bereiken, of hij gaat vermoeden dat het leven geen klucht is; dat het zelfs geen elegant blijspel is; dat het integendeel bloeit en vrucht draagt uit de onpeilbare tragische diepten van wezenlijk gebrek waarin de wortels steken van wie het leeft.

Va contra la naturaleza humana caminar mansamente hasta que el mar se te traga.

incluso cuando la muerte avanza hacia el centro del escenario, la vida sigue luchando por la igualdad de derechos.

his mother going out to work while his father sat hidden behind the veil which the stroke had dropped over his brain …

Als je in de twintigste eeuw leeft, valt het niet moeilijk in hen die wanhopiger zijn dan jijzelf en die proberen het leven naar hun wil te modelleren, jezelf te ontmoeten.

The crux of a great person's life is the choice between doing what is right and what he wants to do. Abraham Lincoln, who was a proficient wrestler and enjoyed a good bout, probably would have preferred spending his time on the mat to starting a war in which approximately two per cent of the population died

Deprived of the income he had received from Homi Catrack, my uncle had taken his booming voice and his obsessions with hearts and reality up to the roof of his Marine Drive apartment block; he had stepped out into the evening sea-breeze, frightening the beggars so much (when he fell) that they gave up pretending to be blind and ran away yelling … in death as in life, Hanif Aziz espoused the cause of truth and put illusion to flight.

Sometimes it is necessary to touch bottom in order to know which way is up; to go a long distance down the wrong road before you know the right way

Life is a shit sandwich. The more bread you've got, the less shit you eat.

I had thought myself free of him, but that was vanity. Death shows us the power of blood.

you lost parents. Your grief defines you and shuts you off from other people. That's what I think.

The blues is just another name for not having any place

Human beings who turn away from God lose love, and certainty

I am being flayed,' he told her in his dream. 'It is my holy calling. We will never gain our humanity until we lose our skins.

Sometimes he thinks the walls are throbbing, as if the water-stained concrete has developed a tic, and then he allows himself to close his eyelids which are as heavy as iron shields, so that he can tell himself who he is.

Such were the factors that detached Ormus Cama from the ordinary ties of family life. The ties that strangle us, which we call love. Because of the loosening of these ties he became, with all the attendant pain of such becoming, free.

Life damages the living.

When people start talking about a golden age," he said, "they always think a new world has begun which will last forever. But the truth about these so-called golden ages is that they never last very long. A few years, maybe. There's always trouble ahead.

When you're five and you hurt, you make a big noise unto the world. At ten you whimper. But by the time you make fifteen you begin to eat the poisoned apples that grow on your own inner tree of pain. It's the Western Way of Enlightenment. You begin to cram your fists into your mouth to stifle the screams. You bleed on the inside.

Amikor az ember a lehetetlenre vállalkozik, mindennap a halállal utazik, megtisztulásnak, a lélek felemelkedésének fogadja el az utazást, s így az út nem az istenek megnevezése, hanem maga Isten felé tart.

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought. I have to go back soon, she told herself, I need to reclaim it or it will be gone, I will be gone from it, and nobody will mourn my loss. She thought about Wile E. Coyote rushing out over the chasm and not falling until he looked down. That's me, her weak voice thought, and then her strong voice answered, Then don't look down.

We have the freedoms we fight for, and we lose those we don't defend.

Ellos hasta le contaban sus sueños, aunque muy pocos soñaban más de una vez al mes, porque eran muy pobres para permitirse esos lujos.