Quotes About Struggle

We learn, under occupation, that there's more rat in us than we knew.

Communards died here, in 1871. They fought all night among the gravestones, then surrendered at dawn. The soldiers put them against this wall, shot them, and buried them in a common grave." "Are you a communist, Ilya? In your heart?" "Oh yes. Aren't you?" "No. I just want to live my life, to be left alone." There was a moment's silence, then Ilya said, "Now, a matter of some delicacy." They turned

Jesus, the world's a slaughterhouse. Really it is. If you're weak they're going to cut your throat—ask the Armenians, ask the Jews. The bad people want it their way, my friend. And how badly they want it is the study of a lifetime.

What has become of the adventures of the heart? Killed by the dark adventures of existence. ERICH MARIA REMARQUE

What was Trotsky's quote? "You may not be interested in war, but war is interested in you.

Whether they loved each other or not, they were lovers. And he was damned if he'd see her sucked into this brutal business.

They don't know what it's like. Inside. For them it's only fun, even though I tell them it isn't. You see I don't delete. Anything. Ever.

Nephew, there ain't a man alive that can stand up ta the power of that little cooter. The holt it has on a man is unbreakable. It'll bring a strong man ta his knees. Read your history. Look at the kings an' kingdoms that have fallen ta that little split tail. Prentice Ritter

There were some horrors you couldn't fight and couldn't change. The real courage was just in enduring them.

Samira had been walking for hours. It was almost dawn—that strange time when it's still dark but the birds wake up and the forest comes to life with the scuttling of little animals. The air was sharp and cool, and dew glistened on the grass. Any minute now, the sun would peek up over the horizon, turning the blue-gray sky orange. And Samira would be too late. She was weary, but hope, fear, worry kept her moving.

Heaven help me, Hideki thought. I've gotten used to it.

The human race has had long experience and a fine tradition in surviving adversity. But we now face a task for which we have little experience, the task of surviving prosperity.

On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, shaken into funny groans by the bump of each step as he hurried down.

Society's crude, you know . . . it's a brutal piece of work!

If a person holds no ambitions in this world, he suffers unknowingly. If a person holds ambitions, he suffers knowingly, but very slowly.

The tragedy of this world is that no one is happy, whether stuck in a time of pain or joy.

Try and hang on," said Dad. "Just a few more minutes… We're almost at the—" Bertie was sick.

Since mankind's dawn, a handful of oppressors have accepted the responsibility over our lives that we should have accepted for ourselves. By doing so, they took our power. By doing nothing, we gave it away. We've seen where their way leads, through camps and wars, towards the slaughterhouse."

All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.

Since mankind's dawn, a handful of oppressors have accepted the responsibility over our lives that we should have accepted for ourselves. By doing so, they took our power. By doing nothing, we gave it away. We've seen where their way leads, through camps and wars, towards the slaughterhouse.

They say that life's a game, & then they take the board away.

Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die? Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom.

When I go up there, which is my intention, the Big Judge will say to me, Where are your wounds? and if I say I haven't any, he will say, Was there nothing to fight for? I couldn't face that question. (Ah, But Your Land Is Beautiful)

But when that dawn will come, of our emancipation, from the fear of bondage and the bondage of fear, why, that is a secret.