Quotes About Struggle

La furia y el deseo vienen en un paquete, entremezclados y revueltos en algo que siempre amenaza con transformar el eros en thanatos, amor en muerte, algunas veces literalmente.

Many people are more like the earth than we know. Maybe they have fault lines that sooner or later are going to split open under pressure.

Sometimes I wonder if any of us are cut out for the lives we lead.

I try to believe ,she said that god doesn't give you more than one piece of the story at ounce. You know, the story of your life. Otherwise your heart would crack wider than you could handle. He only crack it enough so you can still walk, like someone wearing a cast. But you've still got a crack running up your side, big enough for a sapling to grow out of. Only no one sees it. Everyone thinks you're one whole piece, and so they treat you maybe not so gentle as they can't see that crack.

saw that pain is part of beauty—that inside of all that music, all that love, all the moonlight and sunlight, are shafts of pain, and we are meant to bear it all.

sparklers out in front of her. Staring at them, she thought: These are all I have. I do not have the wide, bright beacon of some solid old lighthouse, guiding ships safely home, past the jagged rocks. I only have these little glimmers that flicker and then go out. Let me see my daughter like my mother could never see me. Let her see me, too.

supposed to walk off my block, Sherry says, like a real whiny-baby.

Well, it's finally happening. Vivi Abbott Walker has gone over the edge. What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale. Although not to many. Vivi ran

The King and Queen hid in a secret cupboard in their bedroom for two hours, listening to the searchers grow cold, then warm, then cold again, then warm, and at last hot, and burning hot. The weakly King was hard to kill: when they threw him from the balcony they thought him doubly dead from bullet wounds and sword slashes, but the fingers of his right hand clasped the railing and had to be cut off before he fell to the ground, where the fingers of his left hand clutched the grass.

I prayed and read the Bible, but I couldn't get any help. You don't notice how little there is in the Bible really till you go to it for help.

I was like a sea pulled by two moons. This must mean a boiling of the waters, tides that rushed up and carried away structures meant for living in, and then receded till earth that should be covered lay naked.

Life ought to be a struggle of desire toward adventures whose nobility will fertilize the soul.

Little brother do you hear me Have a heart oh come get near me Misery is not my friend But I'll break before I bend

Anger is so easy to get into and so hard to get out of.

A miner's terrace afforded little space for secret panels, priests' holes, escape tunnels. Even in persecution, the poor were disadvantaged.

He looked real sad and lost. And all he said was, 'Help me, please help me.

Mi infancia y mi adolescencia habían transcurrido bajo la dictadura de Batista y el resto de mi vida bajo la aún más férrea dictadura de Fidel Castro; jamás había sido un verdadero ser humano en todo el sentido de la palabra

La gran Humanidad no tolera la belleza, quizá porque no puede vivir sin ella; el horror de la fealdad avanza cada día a pasos acelerados.

Scott ve svém deníku oslavoval hrdinskou smrt. A pÃ…â"¢itom je mnohem snazÅ¡í zemÃ…â"¢ít než žít v bídÄ› a trápení. Utrpení Wildových muž? spo?ívá v tom, že pokra?ují i pÃ…â"¢es vÄ›domí blízké smrti.

Und so wie die Freiheit in unserer Gesellschaft an Strahlkraft zugunsten der Sicherheit verliert, ist es auch mit dem Abenteuer. Vielleicht sind wir Menschen so wenig frei wie unsterblich. Unfreiheit aber lässt sich abschütteln, teilweise wenigstens, wenn wir die Freiheit zur Selbstbestimmung wagen.

HÉ™yat , kiminsÉ™ hesab?na yaÅŸamaq demÉ™kdir. Biz ham?m?z bir-birimizdÉ™n yeyirik. Ancaq insanda , hÉ™rdÉ™n dÉ™ olsa , xeyirxahl?q q???lc?m? olur , gÉ™rÉ™k, ona toxunmayasan , qoyasan qala. YaÅŸamaq çÉ™tinl???ndÉ™ o kömÉ™yÉ™ gÉ™lir.

Tears flow and smiles fade to the same rhythm of life, to disappear together in the bottomless abyss.

To ameliorate & raise the standard of the workingmen to the bourgeois level, is perhaps to create a race of slaves content with their lot,-a cast of comfortable Pariahs.

Ce qui s'apprend sans peine ne vaut rien et ne demeure pas.