Quotes About Struggle

So many people, if the truth were known, live their lives on two levels. The principles they fight about are often at odds with the complicated and often frustrated lives they live. This is why there is so much intensity.

Unjust systems perpetuate themselves by means of institutionalized violence.

The command to love our enemies reminds us that our first task towards oppressors is pastoral: to help them recover their humanity. Quite possibly the struggle, and the oppression that gave it rise, have dehumanised the oppressed as well, causing them to demonise their enemies. It is not enough to become politically free; we must also become human. Nonviolence presents a change for all parties to rise above their present condition and become more of what God created them to be.

The sun no longer showsHis face; and treason sowsHis secret seeds that no man can detect;Fathers by their children are undone;The brother would the brother cheat;And the cowled monk is a deceit…Might is right, and justice there is none.

working for your daed every day was like going to the dentist to get a root canal.

In Kenya women are the first victims of environmental degradation, because they are the ones who walk for hours looking for water, who fetch firewood, who provide food for their families.

Human rights are not things that are put on the table for people to enjoy. These are things you fight for and then you protect.

As I swept the last bit of dust, I made a covenant with myself: I will accept. Whatever will be, will be. I have a life to lead. I recalled words a friend had told me, the philosophy of her faith. "Life is a journey and a struggle," she had said. "We cannot control it, but we can make the best of any situation." I was indeed in quite a situation. It was up to me to make the best of it.

When I was a child I said I don't want to be a woman. Why?! Because it's too painful to be a woman!" "Let us try and change what it means to be a woman.

The first thing you have to learn when you go into the arts is to learn to cope with rejection. If you can't, you're dead

The How stage of questioning is where the rubber meets the road or, in Nanda's case, the clock hits the floor. It's the point at which things come together and then, more often than not, fall apart, repeatedly. Reality intrudes and nothing goes quite as planned.

The war on terrorism can never be won.

There's class warfare, all right, but it's my class, the rich class, that's making war, and we're winning.

My father was a small-town banker. He became very ill when I was 10 years old, and we went to California three years later in an attempt to recover his health, which never happened.

There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long— PEOPLE. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution.

over, every minute of every day, for a whole month. But nobody could do that without going mad with frustration.

I have no trouble with my enemies. I can take care of my enemies in a fight. But my friends, my goddamned friends, they're the ones who keep me walking the floor at nights!

I don't learn so good, no matter how good the teacher is.

There's nothing romantic, nothing grand, nothing heroic, nothing brave, nothing like that about drinking. It's a real coward's death.

When I was born in 1970 with a rare genetic disorder called spondyloepiphyseal dysplasia congenita (SED), medical science wasn't what it is today and my mum and dad were treated terribly by the medical profession.

There is in every true woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity; but which kindles up, and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.

It's a dog eat dog world. But only if the second dog is more stupid than the first.

There is in every true woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity; but which kindles up, and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.

and he would have passed a pleasant life of it, in despite of the Devil and all his works, if his path had not been crossed by a being that causes more perplexity to mortal man than ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches put together, and that was—a woman.