Quotes About Struggle

How did this happen? It was only the other night everything was fine and the next thing I know I'm drowning. How many times can a man go down and still be alive?

I claim no victory. But there was blood on my gloves when I hung them up. When was the last time you did a story like that, out of pure indignation?

The world swarms with people, each one drowning, but each swimming a different stroke to the far shore.

He held both hands over his eyes and applied a steady pressure there as if to crush memory into place.

Life gives us everything. Then it takes it away. Youth, love, happiness, friends. Darkness gets it all in the end.

Life is short, misery sure, mortality certain.

All he really knew was that if he stayed here he would soon be the property of things that buzzed and snorted and hissed, that gave off fumes or stenches. In six months, he would be the owner of a large pink, trained ulcer, a blood pressure of algebraic dimensions, a myopia this side of blindness, and nightmares as deep as oceans and infested with improbable lengths of dream intestines through which he must violently force his way each night.

He had once been a wanderer of libraries and a lover of the finest literature in history. But when real life diminished him, when friends died, when a love failed, when there were too many deaths and accidents surrounding him, he discovered that his faith in books had failed because they could not help him when he needed the help. Turning on them, he lit a match.

But here I was with hardly a sign of any outward conflict. It was all running around in spiked boots inside my head, making cuts and bruises where no one could see them except me and a psychologist. But it was just as bad.

Sometimes the man who looks happiest in town, with the biggest smile, is the one carrying the biggest load of sin.

The suit caught light and stirred like a bed of black tweed-thorns, interminably itching, covering the man's long body with motion so it seemed he should excruciate, cry out, and tear the clothes free.

I have spent my life going from mania to mania. Somehow it has all paid off.

SavaÅŸ kazan?lan bir ÅŸey deÄŸildir Charlie. Sadece her zaman kaybedersin ve en son kaybeden ÅŸartlar? ortaya koyar. Hat?rlad???m her ÅŸey bir sürü kaybediÅŸ, üzüntü ve bittiÄŸinde hiçbir iyi ÅŸeyin olmad???. BittiÄŸi zaman Charles, art?k silahlarla iÅŸiniz kalmad???ndan, bu bile kendi ba??na bir kazan??. ...

Was there, then, no strength in growing up? No solace in being an adult? No sanctuary in life? No fleshly citadel strong enough to withstand the scrabbling assault of midnights? Doubts flushed him. Ice cream lived again in his throat, stomach, spine and limbs; he was instantly cold as a wind out of December gone.

The numbness will go away, he thought. It'll take time, but I'll do it, or Faber will do it for me. Someone somewhere will give me back the old face and the old hands the way they were. Even the smile, he thought, the old burnt-in smile, that's gone. I'm lost without it

Non più tardi dell'altra sera, ogni cosa era perfetta, poi, ad un tratto, mi sono accorto che stavo affogando. Per quante volte un uomo può andare a fondo e rimanere ancora vivo?

They walked over to the body, thinking that perhaps they could still save the man's life. They couldn't believe that there wasn't some way to help the man. It was the natural act of men who have not accepted death until they have touched it and turned it over and made plans to bury it or leave it there for the jungle to bury in an hour of quick growth.

Let me make it clear. People die every day, psychologically speaking. Some part of them gets tired.

It was only the other night everything was fine and the next thing I know I'm drowning. How many times can a man go down and still be alive? I can't breathe.

Montag da onlarla ba??rd?... yüzlerini kesip dudaklar?n? parçalayan, burunlar?n? kanatan rüzgâra itiraz niyetine ba??r?yorlard?.

Tr? con nhÆ° th?m chùi chân, th?nh tho?ng ph?i b? d?m lên.

How did you get shaken up? What knocked the torch out of your hands?' 'I don't know. We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy.

Hiçbir yerde hiç kimsenin kazand???n? an?msam?yorum. SavaÅŸlar kazan?lacak ÅŸeyler deÄŸildir Charlie. Her zaman kaybedersin, son kaybeden de koÅŸullar? belirler. Tüm an?msad???m bir sürü kaybetme ve hüzün, bitmesi d???nda hiçbir ÅŸey iyi olmaz.

Le capitaine fait partie des pires ennemis de la vérité et de la liberté: le troupeau compact et immuable de la majorité. Oh, Dieu, la terrible tyrannie de la majorité! Nous avons tous nos harpes à faire entendre. Et c'est maintenant à vous de savoir de quelle oreille vous écouterez.