Quotes About Struggle

It is difficult to accept changes for the worse.

puzzles were legible, but the font induced cognitive strain. The results tell a clear story: 90% of the students who saw the CRT in normal font made at least one mistake in the test, but the proportion dropped to 35% when the font was barely legible. You read this correctly: performance was better with the bad font. Cognitive strain, whatever its source, mobilizes System 2, which is more likely to reject the intuitive answer suggested by System 1.

It is difficult to reconstruct what it was that took us years, long hours of discussion, endless exchanges of drafts and hundreds of e-mails negotiating over words, and more than once almost giving up. But this is what always happens when a project ends reasonably well: once you understand the main conclusion, it seems it was always obvious.

and want is difficult at the best of times, and especially difficult when we most need to do it, but we can benefit

and want is difficult at the best of times, and especially

and want is difficult at the best of times, and especially difficult when we most need to do it, but we can

We all care intensely for the narrative of our own life and very much want it to be a good story, with a decent hero.

Inzwischen geht es ihm besser, manche Tage seien schon fieberfrei, auch die Träume, in denen er Baron Humboldt erwürge, zerhacke, erschieße, anzünde, vergifte oder unter Steinen begrabe, würden seltener.

È bizzarro e ingiusto, disse Gauss, il fatto che si nasce in una determinata epoca e, volenti o nolenti, vi si resta imprigionati: un esempio calzante della penosa accidentalità dell'esistenza. Così uno ha un vantaggio spropositato rispetto al passato e diventa lo zimbello del futuro.

Nobody, said Humboldt, had a destiny. One simply decided to feign one until one came to believe in it oneself. But so many things didn't fit in with it, one had to really force oneself.

Johanna non sarebbe mai venuta a sapere di quelle visite, lo aveva giurato a se stesso, avrebbe mentito perfino sotto tortura. Era tenuto ad allontanare da lei ogni dolore, non a dirle la verità. Sapere è doloroso. Non passava giorno senza che si augurasse di avere meno conoscenza.

You business', sagte er dann. 'Kill why?' Sie lächelte, um zu zeigen, dass sie nicht verstand. 'Everything', sagte der Mann. 'Foam. Lorry?' Sie hob die Schultern. 'Hobble', sagte der Mann. 'Hobble grease. Why?' Sie lächelte verkrampft. 'Why?' Der Mann klopfte an die Scheibe. 'Grease, the hobble why!

I don't know what's worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you've always wanted to be, and feel alone.

Just leave me alone. I'm not myself. I'm falling apart, and I don't want you here.

Loving everyone," said Jimmy, "is almost the same thing as loving nobody." He paused. "You're awfully hard on the people who love you.

To begin, a man who aspires to this kind of personal honesty must throw off all interpretations of himself that depend on anything that supposedly transcends his life, such as a god or a soul. Man exists here in this world, so that must be his point of departure. Staying free from his psychological and intellectual inheritance will be a continual struggle for him, an ever-lurking danger.

In his Studies in Pessimism, he wrote: "If the world were a paradise of luxury and ease, a land flowing with milk and honey, where every Jack obtained his Jill at once and without any difficulty, men would either die of boredom or hang themselves.

First grub, then ethics." He was implying that ethical decision-making may only be a luxury reserved for those of us who do not need to struggle simply to stay alive.

When the German twentieth-century playwright Bertolt Brecht was asked what he thought of ethics, he replied, "First grub, then ethics." He was implying that ethical decision-making may only be a luxury reserved for those of us who do not need to struggle simply to stay alive.

Experiences that we remember intrusively, despite desperately wanting to banish them from our minds, are closely linked to, and sometimes threaten, our perceptions of who we are and who we would like to be.

We have our own personal demons to deal with.

There are many ways to lose your relatives, I thought; war is only one of them.

real tragedy is never a straightforward confrontation between Good and Evil, but is, rather, much more exquisitely and much more agonizingly, a conflict between two irreconcilable views of the world.

What keeps me going when I think of ex-friends is that we're all really going through several lifetimes, often at the same time, all with different people; that we draw towards and push away from each other when we have to, like fucking quarks and particles, and sometimes that drawing and the pushing heals, and sometimes it just hurts.