Quotes About Struggle

Avoir commis, pour te posséder, rapt, violence et adultère, et, pour te conserver, hésiter devant un nouveau crime ?... perdre mon âme pour si peu ? Satan en rirait ; tu es folle ... Non ... non, tu es à moi comme l'homme est au malheur ....

Il faut le malheur pour creuser certaines mines mystérieuses cachées dans l'intelligence humaine. (p. 174)

Happiness is like one of those palaces on an enchanted island, its gates guarded by dragons. One must fight to gain in -Edmond Dantes, Chapter 5

Bence insan bu kadar kolayca mutlu olmak için yarat?lmad?! Mutluluk, büyülü adalarda kap?lar?n? ejderhalar?n beklediÄŸi saraylar gibidir. Onu elde etmek için savaÅŸmak gerekir.

I have only two adversaries — I will not say two conquerors, for with perseverance I subdue even them, — they are time and distance. There is a third, and the most terrible — that is my condition as a mortal being.

La dicha es como esos palacios de las islas encantadas, cuyas puertas guardan formidables dragones; preciso es combatir para conquistar

Ho l'impressione che l'uomo non possa essere felice così facilmente! La felicità è come quei palazzi delle isole incantate alle cui porte stanno a difesa i draghi: bisogna combattere per conquistarli.

A man was lying in the middle of the room, in a circle drawn on the ground with a piece of plaster from the wall, almost naked, his clothes having fallen into tatters. He was drawing very precise geometrical lines in the circle and appeared as absorbed in solving his problem as Archimedes when he was killed by one of Marcellus' soldiers.

No halfway emotions can exist in a heart swollen with utmost despair.

Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as you did in Rome. Do your worst, for I will do mine! Then the fates will know you as we know you.

he sat down in the chair and went over in his mind everything that in the past week or so had filled his cup of bitter sorrows and dark memories to overflowing.

Possibly nothing at all; the overflow of my brain would probably, in a state of freedom, have evaporated in a thousand follies; misfortune is needed to bring to light the treasures of the human intellect. Compression is needed to explode gunpowder. Captivity has brought my mental faculties to a focus; and you are well aware that from the collision of clouds electricity is produced — from electricity, lightning, from lightning, illumination.

Es necesario que la naturaleza vencida muera sobre el campo de batalla, es preciso que la realidad suceda al sueño, y entonces es el sueño el que domina absolutamente, y la vida se hace sueño y el sueño se hace vida.

Le bonheur est comme ces palais des îles enchantées dont les dragons gardent les portes. Il faut combattre pour le conquérir

But, alas, I have heard it said that hearts inflamed by obstacles to their desire grew cold in time of security;

fait pour être si facilement heureux! Le bonheur est comme ces palais des îles enchantées dont les dragons gardent les portes. Il faut combattre pour le conquérir, et moi, en vérité, je ne sais en quoi j'ai mérité le bonheur d'être le mari de Mercédès.

Le bonheur est comme ces palais des îles enchantées dont les dragons gardent les portes. Il faut combattre pour le conquérir, et moi, en vérité, je ne sais en quoi j'ai mérité le bonheur d'être le mari de Mercédès.

the cries had ceased, and the tempest continued to rage.

he cursed his fellow-man who had snatched him from his joyous life to plunge him into a dungeon; he cursed his God who had let this happen; he cried aloud to whatever powers might be that could grant him revenge and liberty.

Monte Cristo raised his eyes heavenwards but could not see the heavens: there was a veil of stone between him and the firmament.

Then, casting a glance on the handsome young man, who was scarcely twenty-five years of age, and whom he was leaving in his gore, deprived of sense and perhaps dead, he gave a sigh for that unaccountable destiny which leads men to destroy each other for the interests of people who are strangers to them and who often do not even know that they exist.

What, have I been on the wrong road for the past ten years? What, can it be that in a single hour the architect can become convinced that the work into which he has put all his hopes was, if not impossible, then sacriligeous?

It needs misfortune to be able to dig up in those secret mines, which are hidden in man's soul.

So, summoning up all the power of her will, she tried to shut her eyes, but this operation of the most fearful of our senses, an operation that is normally so simple, at that moment became almost impossible to carry out, so strongly did eager curiosity struggle to push back her eyelids and discover the truth.