Quotes About Struggle

You are the jailer and the jailed, You the impaler and the one that your own Million-fleshed self in dreams by night do hold in thrall and now at noon must kill.

The situation demands effort but thwarts trying.

I regret the passing of the studio system," Lucille Ball once said. "I was very appreciative of it because I had no talent. Believe me. What could I do? I couldn't dance. I couldn't sing. I could talk. I could barely walk. I had no flair. I wasn't a beauty, that's for sure.

One night the revenue agents outmaneuvered the Palm Island security men and we all wound up in jail. I was mortified. My parents would disown me if they found out I had been put in jail with a bunch of common violators of the prohibition law. We were only there three hours, but it was one of the most uncomfortable 180-minute periods of my life. That

It seemed like we averaged a blowout every fifteen or twenty miles. I'd jack up the car and pull off the wheel to patch the traitorous inner tube, and sometimes while I was applying the glue or manning the air pump, another tire would go bang! and expire. The roads were pretty primitive, of course, especially those red clay tracks through Georgia.

Her apprehensions about my becoming Mr. Multimixer had been laid to rest at this point, and I don't think she ever got over the shock of discovering that we were nearly $100,000 in debt. She couldn't seem to handle it. For me, this was the first phase of grinding it out—building my personal monument to capitalism. I paid tribute, in the feudal sense, for many years before I was able to rise with McDonald's on the foundation I had laid.

It needs only to be good enough, which in the case of our species meant a level of intelligence sufficient to enable us to outwit the competitors in our ecological niche

I probably wouldn't be a songwriter if I didn't grow up the way I did. It was difficult and it was at times very scary to grow up in a household so unsettled and at times very violent. But, it also, I guess it earned me a sort of wisdom at a young age that's served me well.

Siempre he estado enfermo [...] No puedo recordar el nombre de las enfermedades, pero recuerdo el dolor. Como alguien que ha perdido la casa y aún guarda la llave.

La pobreza en América es de colores

hay algo dentro de mi que se arrastra hacia fuera, como la mano de un hombre dormido en una barca que se descuelga hasta tocar el agua.

A veces me he sentido como un puzzle en manos de un imbécil

Los niños no tiene nada de mágico, la mayoría de las veces, son la misma mierda en dimensiones reducidas

I also seem to recall that whatever my job was, I wasn't very good at it. I felt like I was staring down the barrel of a gun and I didn't like what I saw at the end of it: a loan for a car, a mortgage for a flat, weekly shopping, trips to the cinema and living for the weekends. They were all metaphors for a set of handcuffs, chaining me to the monotony of a job I hated,

women who were widowed or made homeless joined the nearest army, offering their services more to avoid starvation than to further their political beliefs.

Independence was declared by wealthy merchants, planters, and lawyers; independence was won by poor men and boys while those who were better off gave but grudging assistance.

Native Americans and African Americans, although victimized, hardly remained passive. Using a variety of strategies, they tried to take advantage of the rift between colonists and the mother country:

What galled soldiers the most was the apparent well-being of those who chose not to fight. Although many civilians, like their counterparts in the army, suffered from shortages and high prices, the men who endured hunger, cold, and enemy fire on behalf of their country could not abide by those farmers and merchants who appeared to prosper

Unlike the tens of thousands of emigrants who were still enslaved and the hundreds of thousands of African Americans who remained in bondage in the new United States, a handful of free black émigrés left written accounts of their personal adventures.

The Indians, of course, had no recourse in the courts, where they were forbidden to testify; "[we are] not heard when we speak the truth," they protested.149 By 1826 scarcely 100 Catawbas remained in two small villages, and in 1840 the remaining Catawbas signed away what little was left of their land in return for a tract in North Carolina which they never received.

A key weapon in this tug-of-war was liquor. West Indies rum flowed freely

However distorted by the eyes of white masters, the courageous struggles for black freedom during the American Revolution are still evident in the historical sources. Behind every advertisement for a runaway slave lies a saga of heroic proportions:

Liberty to slaves"—it must have sounded so sweet. On plantations throughout the Chesapeake region African Americans held in bondage spread the news.

Illness took a terrible toll. "Had it not been for this horrid disorder," Dunmore wrote on June 26, "I should have had two thousand blacks; with whom I should have had no doubt of penetrating into the heart of this Colony.