Quotes About Struggle

The law," he continued, "is made by the rich people so that the poor people can't get ahead...

If it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all.

I'm just a survivor from the train wreck of the modern world.

Hagas lo que hagas para huir, de todas maneras te tocará afrontar tu existencia.

Conozco infinidad de "heráclitos" que se desplazan por la vida llevando la carga de amargura y pesimismo a cuestas, obviamente sin la genialidad de aquél; y bastantes "demócritos" que, aunque no son sabios, tratan de ponerle buena cara al mal tiempo.

Las grandes decisiones siempre conllevan dolor, desorganización y perturbación.

La felicidad no llega a la puerta, hay que buscarla y pelear por ella.

For the only great men among the unfree and the oppressed are those who struggle to destroy the oppressor.

There is the mistaken belief that black people achieved power with independence (e.g., Malaya, Jamaica, Kenya), but a black man ruling a dependent state within the imperialist system has now power. He is simply an agent of the whites in the metropolis, with an army and a police force designed to maintain the imperialist way of things in that particular colonial area.

There is nothing with which poverty coincides so absolutely as the colour black - small or large population, hot or cold climates, rich or poor in natural resources - poverty cuts across all of these factors in order to find black people.

Life isn't easy, and leadership is harder still.

Literature is the effort of man to indemnify himself for the wrongs of his condition.

Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher I strove with none, for none was worth my strife. Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art: I warm'd both hands before the fire of life; It sinks; and I am ready to depart.

I strove with none for none were worth my strife. Nature I loved and next to nature, Art. I warmed both hands before the fire of life; it sinks, and I am ready to depart. - Walter Savage Landor 1776-1864

Only rarely did violence directly lead to improvements, however temporary.

The way was long, the wind was cold,The Minstrel was infirm and old;His withered cheek, and tresses gray,Seem'd to have known a better day.

I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!

But now everything's gone bad,and I only know one thing: I have six days. Six days to figure out who I really am.

Diphtheria struck suddenly, almost fatally.

There were bickerings, outright fights, screaming tantrums, but Ted's vision of the Greater Denishawn had come true.

He had lost the bright gods, and he had not been accepted by the dark. He was in a no soul's land, and in its isolation his own soul was withdrawn, small and heavy as a stone within him, and about his evil deed. No wonder it could not take wing and make the heralding music. That was the whole of reality now, the little stone inside, and outside the cold, dark ravine and the inescapable watcher.

Well, contemplation is always a gift, right? So you have to ask for it. It is a thing for which to beg, honestly, because it seems to me when we enter upon the contemplative gaze it is a sliver of revelation. We ask God to show us the beauty of the familiar, the complexity behind the obvious, and the struggle behind repeated failures, the patterns of behavior, because in the end the dysfunctions around us are not ever really conquered, they fade away and are replaced by new ones.

Sooner or later you must confront this demon of comparison.

The failure of churches to continue Jesus' struggle to overcome domination is one of the most damning apostasies in its history. With some thrilling exceptions, the churches of the world have never yet decided that domination is wrong.