Quotes About Struggle

AÈ™a cum se leg?nau pe pietrele albe, în mijlocul mulÈ›imii gr?bite È™i zgomotoase, p?reau niÈ™te fiinÈ›e dintr-o alt? specie - o specie pierdut?, singuratic?, lipsit? de memorie È™i osândit? s? piar?; niÈ™te naufragiaÈ›i, niÈ™te naufragiaÈ›i nes?buiÈ›i, veseli È™i nebuni, care petrec în toiul furtunii, pe muchea lunecoas? a unei stânci perfide.

Pero ellos no tenían nada en que apoyarse. No eran colonizadores, y sospecho que su administración no era más que una opresión, solo eso.

It was rather like a forced-on numbness of spirit. The long, long stress of a gale does it; the suspense of the interminably culminating catastrophe; and there is a bodily fatigue in the mere holding on to existence within the excessive tumult; a searching and insidious fatigue that penetrates deep into a man's breast to cast down and sadden his heart, which is incorrigible, and of all the gifts of the earth - even before life itself - aspires to peace.

The terrorist and the policeman both come from the same basket.  Revolution, legality—counter moves in the same game; forms of idleness at bottom identical.

strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.

Me parece que estoy tratando de contar un sueño… que estoy haciendo un vano esfuerzo, porque el relato de un sueño no puede transmitir la sensación que produce esa mezcla de absurdo, de sorpresa y aturdimiento en un rumor de revuelta y rechazo, esa noción de ser capturados por lo increíble que es la misma esencia de los sueños.

He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible which is also detestable

Bad world for poor people.

He was a dismal man,with a perpetual tear sparkling at the end of his nose,who either had been in trouble,or was in trouble,or expected to be in trouble – couldn't be happy unless something went wrong.

He was too lazy even for a mere demagogue, for a workman orator, for a leader of labour. It was too much trouble. He required a more perfect form of ease; or it might have been that he was the victim of a philosophical unbelief in the effectivness of every human effort.

Todas sus costillas eran visibles y las articulaciones de sus miembros parecían nudos; y cada uno llevaba un collar de hierro, atados entre sí por una cadena que oscilaba en un tintinear rítmico.

Mr Verloc felt the latent unfriendliness of all out of doors with a force approaching to positive bodily anguish.

Joseph Conrad

No wonder there are bandits in the Campo when there are none but thieves, swindlers, and sanguinary macaques to rule us...

No hay miedo que pueda hacer frente al hambre, no hay paciencia que la soporte, el asco simplemente no existe donde el hambre es; y en cuanto a las supersticiones, creencias, todo eso que ustedes llamarían principios, son menos que paja enfrentada a la brisa.

When your ship fails you, your whole world seems to fail you; the world that made you, restrained you, has taken care of you. It is as if the souls of men floating on an abyss and in touch with immensity had been set free for any excess of heroism, absurdity, or abomination.

Wir gehen mit Worten Kompromisse ein. Es hilft uns auch nicht weiter.Es ist wie ein Wald in dem niemand den Weg kennt. Man ist verloren, während man noch ruft: Ich bin gerettet.

Le superbe pretese di un'umanità, che le intemperie bastavano ad opprimere miseramente, gli apparvero una cosa disperatamente, enormemente vana, degno di spregio, di meraviglia, di compassione.

It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream—making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams …

Those striving with unreasonable forces know it well,—the shipwrecked castaways in boats, wanderers lost in a desert, men battling against the unthinking might of nature, or the stupid brutality of crowds.

He ought to have been clapping his hands and stamping his feet on the bank, instead of which he was hard at work, a thrall to strange witchcraft, full of improving knowledge.

The earth for us is a place to live in, where we must put up with sights, with sounds, with smells, too, by Jove!—breathe dead hippo, so to speak, and not be contaminated. And there, don't you see? Your strength comes in, the faith in your ability for the digging of unostentatious holes to bury the stuff in—your power of devotion, not to yourself, but to an obscure, back-breaking business.

Haven´t you heard of the duel going on ever since 1801? - The Duel

Some of them must be dead, he believed. The rest would go on fighting. . . .