Quotes About Struggle

I think it's all that's holding me together," Kade said. "Then perhaps you should fall apart," Ananda replied.

He who fights too long against dragons becomes a dragon himself; and if you stare too long into the abyss, the abyss stares also into you.

His body had thrown a bewildering array of kicks and strikes at the punching bag, most of which he was sure had hurt him more than they would have damaged any real-world assailant.

Esta España de ahora, que vive como si estuviera de más en el mundo, no es sino la sombra de aquella otra que fue el brazo de Dios en la tierra

In war, there are no winners.

Sex ist ein Schlacht Liebe ist Krieg Sex is battle Love is war

Und das Atmen fällt mir ach so schwer.

On Aigburth Road, wind was doing its best to direct the shoppers, but failed to throw Rose under a car. Layer on layer of dark cloud piled up like sediment at the horizon. Against the sky trees glared, bunches of frayed rusty wire. Birds were scraps of light high overhead, in danger of being blown out. Above a church doorway a Virgin and Child were caged by wire netting, which rattled as though they were trying to escape.

How many stopped-up men and women does it take to produce one Einstein? Ten? A thousand? A hundred thousand? ... So this is what Einstein meant when he looked me in the eye that day and said, I would be nothing without you. It was not success he saw written in my face. He saw, rather, that I would never accomplish anything at all.

But Delhi is a place where people generally assume – far more, say, than in Bangalore or Mumbai – that the world is programmed to deny them everything

You won't do this, my son! I won't have you waste your life. Musicians, artists, criminals, opium addicts ... You'll end up poor and disgraced. I won't have it!

If we wish to understand the role of China in today's global society, we would do well to remind ourselves of the tragic, titanic struggle which that country waged in the 1930s and 1940s not just for its own national dignity and survival, but for the victory of all the Allies, west and east, against some of the darkest forces that history has ever produced.

Torn pages curl and brown. The flames fly up. In the flickering light a cry. Who will lift the fallen stones? Who will link the broken chain?

If our freedom is taken, the American dream will wither and die.

A reminder that for some people in this world, freedom and ordinary aren't basic rights. They're luxuries you should never take for granted.

I know I've got to work twice as hard as everybody else because I've got twice the distance to run just to catch up.

Someone will employ us," I say. "I wouldn't fight so hard if I didn't believe that someone wasn't out there." I pause and then it hits me. "Me either." And I mean it.

We have to choices in this world; we either try to survive or to give up.

way out, Greenberg told a couple of the

It is always difficult for poets to believe that one says their poems are bad not because one is a fiend, but because their poems are bad.

But I identify myself, as always,With something that there's something wrong with,With something human.

Here where North, the night, the berg of death Crowd me out of the ignorant darkness, I see at last that all the knowledge I wrung from the darkness—that the darkness flung me— Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing, The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness And we call it wisdom. It is pain.

I see at last that all the knowledge I wrung from the darkness—that the darkness flung me— Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing, The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness And we call it wisdom. It is pain.

From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth, loosed from the dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.