Quotes About Struggle

Im Schwierigen liegen die freundlichen Kräfte, die Hände, die an uns arbeiten.

Ich glaube, daß fast alle unsere Traurigkeiten Momente der Spannung sind, die wir als Lähmung empfinden, weil wir unsere befremdeten Gefühle nicht mehr leben hören. Weil wir mit dem Fremden, das bei uns eingetreten ist, allein sind, weil uns alles Vertraute und Gewohnte für einen Augenblick fortgenommen ist; weil wir mitten in einem Übergang stehen, wo wir nicht stehen bleiben können.

Rufe mich zu jener deiner Stunden, die dir unaufhörlich widersteht.

All that we have gained, the machine threatens- once a tool assumes a force of its own. Instead of letting us get used to mastery, for buildings more severe it cuts the stone.

Everything assigned to us is a challenge; nearly everything that matters is a challenge, and everything matters.

And so I repress myself, and swallow the call-note of depth-dark sobbing.

Everything that has been wrestled from doubt I welcome-the mouths that burst open after long knowledge of what it is to be mute.

THE SWAN This laboring of ours with all that remains undone, as if still bound to it, is like the lumbering gait of the swan. And then our dying — releasing ourselves from the very ground on which we stood — is like the way he hesitantly lowers himself into the water. It gently receives him, and, gladly yielding, flows back beneath him, as wave follows wave, while he, now wholly serene and sure, with regal composure, allows himself to glide.

A un Dio è concesso. Ma dimmi come può seguirlo un uomo varcando la sottile lira?

Geloof niet dat degene die u probeert te troosten moeiteloos te midden van de eenvoudige en stille woorden leeft waarbij u menigmaal baat vindt. Diens leven is rijk aan droefenis en verdriet en het blijft ver bij de woorden ten achter. Maar als het anders was, zou hij die woorden nooit hebben kunnen vinden. Borgeby Gård Flädie, Zweden, 12 augustus 2017

I believe that almost all our sadnesses are periods of tautening that we experience as numbers because we can no longer hear the stirring of our feelings, which have become foreign to us.

Happily, somewhere in the heart of darkness, my optimism prevailed.

Almost everything serious is difficult, and everything is serious.

Wie ein Käfer, auf den man tritt, so quillst du aus dir hinaus, und dein bißchen obere Härte und Anpassung ist ohne Sinn.

I offer resistance, although I know that my heart has already been ripped out and I could not go on living even if my torturers were to leave me alone now.

Ultimately nobody can help anyone else in life; one has this recurring experience in every conflict and confusion: that one is alone. (Letters on Life)

Alone he climbs on, up the mountains of primal grief. And not once do his footsteps echo from the soundless path.

She has something of her very own, something suffered, accomplished, perfected

love then is what my hands attempt to grasp because I want to say a prayer whose sounds my burning mouth, my lips, cannot bring forth … (Franz Kappus)

And if I have anything else to say to you it is this: do not think that the person who is trying to console you lives effortlessly among the simple, quiet words that sometimes make you feel better. His life is full of troubles and sadness and falls far short of them. But if it were any different he could never have found the words that he did. Yours, Rainer Maria Rilke

But on the other hand, I am very concerned when I imagine how strangled and cut off you currently live, afraid of touching anything that is filled with memories and what is not filled with memories?). You will freeze in place if you remain this way. You must not, dear. You have to move. You have to return to his things. You have to touch with your hands his things, which through their manifold relations and affinity are after all also yours.

Perhaps everything fearful is basically helplessness that seeks our help.

I think there was a conflict, a mutual struggle between the two procedures of, first, looking and confidently perceiving, and then of appropriating and making personal use of what has been perceived; that the two, perhaps as a result of becoming conscious, would immediately start opposing each other, talking out loud, as it were, and go on perpetually interrupting and contradicting each other.

do not believe that he who is seeking to comfort you lives effortlessly among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life has much trouble and sadness and remains far behind you. But were it otherwise, he could never have found those words.