Quotes About Struggle

Lehet, hogy egy hosszú életet tényleg sok kellemetlen körülménnyel kell megtölteni, ha azt akarjuk, hogy hosszúnak látsszon. De ha így van, kinek kell? – Nekem – mondta neki Dunbar. – Miért? – kérdezte Clevinger. – Tudsz jobbat?

Yossarian makes any attempts to excuse himself from the perilous missions then he is caught in Catch-22: if he flies he is crazy, and doesn't have to; but if he doesn't want to he must be sane and has to. That's some catch...

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

Keep away, keep away," Hungry Joe screamed. "I said keep away, keep away, you goddam stinking lousy son of a bitch." "At least we found out what he dreams about," Dunbar observed wryly. "He dreams about goddam stinking lousy sons of bitches.

Nem is lenne normális, ha sohasem félne. Még a legbátrabb emberek is tapasztalják a félelmet. A harcban a legnagyobb feladattal akkor kerülünk szembe, amikor saját félelmünket kell legyÅ'znünk.

Vannak, akik középszer?nek születnek, vannak, akik elérik a középszer?séget, és vannak, akik nyögnek a középszer?ség lármájában.

Légy hálás, amiért egészséges vagy. – Keseredj el, amiért nem leszel mindig az. – Örülj, hogy élsz. – Dühöngj, hogy meg kell halnod. – Rosszabbul is állhatnának a dolgok – kiáltotta Scheisskopf hadnagy felesége. – Átkozottul jobban is állhatnának – felelte szenvedélyesen Yossarian.

Oly sok boldogtalanság van a világban, t?nÅ'dött, komoran meghajtva fejét a tragikus gondolat elÅ'tt, és Å' mit sem tehet senki boldogtalansága ellen, legkevésbé a saját boldogtalansága ellen.

That's my trouble, you know," Yossarian mused sympathetically, folding his arms. "Between me and every ideal I always find Scheisskopfs, Peckems, Korns and Cathcarts. And that sort of changes the ideal.

Az eszmények jók, de az emberek néha nem olyan jók.

Why couldn't anybody understand that he was not really a freak but a normal, lonely adult trying to lead a normal, lonely adult life?

It was miraculous. Each day he faced was another dangerous mission against mortality. And he had been surviving them for twenty-eight years.

That men would die was a matter of necessity; which men would die, though, was a matter of circumstance, and Yossarian was willing to be the victim of anything but circumstance.

There was not enough of the patient to go around, and specialists pushed forward in line with raw tempers and snapped at their colleagues in front to hurry up and give somebody else a chance.

but Yossarian had proof, because strangers he didn't know shot at him with cannons every time he flew up into the air to drop bombs on them, and it wasn't funny at all. And if that wasn't funny, there were lots of things that weren't even funnier.

His novel, a work he had wrestled with, on and off, for almost three years, he had finally abandoned after one page. The novel was derivative of a poem Gold had written seven years before that was itself derived from a brilliant exegesis by a young Englishman of the works of Samuel Beckett that Gold wished he'd written himself.

Then you're up shit creek, Popinjay, without a paddle.

Kai dvasios nebelieka, žmogus virsta šiukšle.

Homer begged and Rembrandt went bankrupt. Aristotle, who had money for books, his school, and his museum, could not have bought this painting of himself. Rembrandt could not afford a Rembrandt.

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

He was hounded incessantly by an impression of vital duties left unfulfilled and waited in vain for his responsibilities to overtake him.

I try not to think of that," Major Danby admitted frankly. "I try to concentrate on only the big result and to forget that they are succeeding, too. I try to pretend that they are not significant." "That's my trouble, you know," Yossarian mused sympathetically, folding his arms. "Between me and every ideal I always find Scheisskopfs, Peckems, Korns and Cathcarts. And that sort of changes the ideal.

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?' 'I do,' Dunbar told him. 'Why?' Clevinger asked. 'What else is there?

It is uncommon for the same men who make a revolution also to secure it.