Quotes About Struggle

Julia." Lydia looked back at the woman with the broom. She was scraping chairs across the sidewalk as she put together the tables. Claire said, "That skeevy jackass who got Dad arrested still runs the place." Lydia could vividly recall Helen talking about Sam's arrest in her librarian voice, a furious whisper that could freeze an open flame.

Claire didn't understand the appeal of being drugged. She had thought the purpose was to make you numb, but if anything, she was feeling everything much too intensely. She couldn't shut down her brain. She felt shaky. Her tongue was too thick for her mouth. Maybe she was doing it wrong.

She would tell you she gave in to mourning you for too long, let the pity and self-hate drag her into that black pit that I still crawl around in. If she did, her stay there was temporary. Somehow, she managed to wrench a piece of her former self out of the ground. She tells me that the other, miserable half, the chipped-off, cast-off half, still follows at a respectful distance, ready to take over the second she stumbles.

Sara was beginning to understand just how hard it was to be strong for everyone else around you when all you really wanted to do was curl up into a ball and be comforted yourself.

Claire took a stuttered breath. She couldn't stand the soft, reassuring tone of his voice. There was still an infinitesimal part of her that wanted her husband to somehow make it all better.

Kids like that didn't live the lives they wanted. They survived the lives they had.

She knew that there came a point when your mind told you everything was wrong, but your body betrayed you anyway, reaching out for whatever comfort was offered.

Andrea had nothing left to dig. She knew her stomach would probably shit out of her throat if she pushed herself any harder.

You can't throw a brick without hitting a heroin addict these days." She sighed. "If only we had more bricks.

Families are complicated. People put up with a lot of shit because of blood.

Everyone who must contend with unbelief should be advised that he ought not to take his own unbelief too seriously. Only faith is to be taken seriously; and if we have faith as a grain of mustard seed, that suffices for the devil to have lost his game.

The greatest hindrance to faith is again and again just the pride and anxiety of our human hearts.

There is not other relation to God save that which appears upon the road along which Job travelled.

Hitlerovo jednání bylo od po?átku zam??eno proti jakékoli možnosti smíÃ…â"¢ení. Existovalo jen vítÄ›zství, nebo zkáza.

Právo máme ve skute?nosti jen tehdy, máme-li zárove? moc za nÄ› bojovat. Tam, kde je naprostá bezmocnost, je pouze možnost na ideální právo duchovnÄ› apelovat.

odporovali, i když vÄ›tÅ¡inou jen slovy. Jsou to anonymní mu?edníci, kteÃ…â"¢í zmizeli - a z toho je jasnÄ› vidÄ›t, že ú?inný odpor nebyl možný. Až do roku 1939 byly pÃ…â"¢eci koncentra?ní tábory n??ím, co se týkalo jen NÄ›mc?.

palabras de Fraenkel, su médico] (...) el paciente, para hacerse dueño de la enfermedad, tiene que integrarla en su vida. (...) Entre el destino y la voluntad Schicksal und Wille

We have no compassion and we ask no compassion from you. When our turn comes, we shall not make excuses for the terror.

Labor in the white skin can never free itself as long as labor in the black skin is branded.

Necessity is blind until it becomes conscious. Freedom is the consciousness of necessity.

Political power, properly so called, is merely the organised power of one class for oppressing another.

Society as a whole is more and more splitting up into two great hostile camps

The modern bourgeois society that has sprouted from the ruins of feudal society has not done away with class antagonisms. It has but established new classes, new conditions of oppression, new forms of struggle in place of the old ones.

The fact that labour is external to the worker, i.e., it does not belong to his intrinsic nature; that in his work, therefore he does not affirm himself but denies himself, does not feel content but unhappy, does not develop freely his physical and mental energy but mortifies his body and his mind. The worker therefore only feels himself outside his work, and in his work feels outside himself.