Quotes About Struggle

Challenge is tough. It needs efforts, energy and time.

The world is like that boat, tossed by the storms of greed and hatred and fear.

He was never without misery, and never without hope.

In a world in which success was the only virtue, he had resigned himself to failure.

Success and failure are both difficult to endure. Along with success come drugs, divorce, fornication, bullying, travel, meditation, medication, depression, neurosis and suicide. With failure comes failure.

Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it's to seem long. But in that event, who wants one?

Kraft was a skinny, harmless kid from Pennsylvania who wanted only to be liked, and was destined to be disappointed in even so humble and degrading an ambition. Instead, of being liked, he was dead, a bleeding cinder on the barbarous pile whom nobody had heard in those last precious moments while the plane with one wing plummeted.

Oh, I´m not complaining. I know there´s a war on. I know a lot of people are going to have to suffer for us to win it. But why must I be one of them?¨

All you've got to do is lie there a few minutes and die a little.

You've been unable to adjust to the idea of war.' 'Yes, sir.' 'You have a morbid aversion to dying.

Being born with a sickly resemblance to Henry Fonda was the first of a long series of practical jokes of which destiny was to make Major Major the unhappy victim throughout his joyless life. Being born Major Major Major was the second

I've flown over seventy goddam combat missions. Don't talk to me about fighting to save my country. I've been fighting all along to save my country. Now I'm going to fight a little to save myself. The country's not in danger any more, but I am.

Nobody would have anything to do with him. He began to drop things and to trip. He had a shy and hopeful manner in each new contact, and he was always disappointed. Because he NEEDED a friend so desperately, he never found one.

Some Promised Land. The honey was there, but the milk we brought in with our goats. To people in California, God gives a magnificent coastline, a movie industry, and Beverly Hills. To us He gives sand. To Cannes He gives a plush film festival. We get the PLO. Our winters are rainy, our summers hot. To people who didn't know how to wind a wristwatch He gives underground oceans of oil. To us He gives hernia, piles, and anti-Semitism.

Even when he cheated he couldn't win, because the people he cheated against were always better at cheating too.

Yossarian was moved by such intense pity for his poverty that he wanted to smash his pale, sad, sickly face with his fist and knock him out of existence because he brought to mind all the pale, sad, sickly children in Italy that same night who needed haircuts and needed shoes and socks.

Yossarian attended the education sessions because he wanted to find out why so many people were working so hard to kill him.

And between us now there is this continual underground struggle over something trivial and nebulous that won't abate and has lasted nearly as long as the two of us have known each other. I love you.

She reminded him of (...) all the shivering, stupefying misery in a world that never yet had provided enough heat and food and justice for all but an ingenious and unscrupulous handful. What a lousy earth!

a nagging bitch of a doubt, burrowing painlessly inside a conscience that felt perfectly clear

Fortunately, just when things were blackest, the war broke out.

Neki vannak problémái? Mit szóljak én? – Daneeka Doki lassú, gyászos szipogással folytatta. – Á, én nem panaszkodom. Tudom, hogy háború van. Tudom, hogy egy csomó embernek szenvedni kell majd értünk, hogy megnyerjék nekünk a háborút. De miért kell nekem ezek között lennem?

Death was irreversible, he suspected, and he began to think he was going to lose

Miért éppen én? – ez volt állandó panasza, és a kérdés helyes volt.