Quotes About Struggle

And as to you life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, / No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.

What doesn't kill you leaves scars, ruins your lungs, dries out all your tears, leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning wishing you weren't alive.

Vivas to those who have fail'd! And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea! And to those themselves who sank in the sea! And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes! And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known!

Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth, ever afterward resumes its liberty.

I am the man, I suffered, I was there.

What stays with you longest and deepest? Of curious panics, of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?

It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall, The dark threw its patches down upon me also, The best I had done seem'd to me blank and suspicious, My great thoughts as I supposed them, were they not in reality meagre?

Resist much.

Have the past struggles succeeded? What has succeeded? yourself? your nation? Nature? Now understand me well—it is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary. -from Songs of the Open Road

I do not snivel that snivel the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth, That life is a suck and a sell, and nothing remains at the end but threadbare crape and tears.

Mal sirven a la libertad aquellos cuya buena intención se ve frustrada por un fracaso o dos o cualquier número de fracasos, o por la indiferencia despreocupada o la ingratitud de la gente, o por el triste espectáculo de las garras del poder, o si aparecen por el medio soldados y cañones o el código penal.

I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

As for me, I love screaming, wrestling, boiling-hot days.

Worse and worse...Can't you stand it? Are you retreating? Is this hour with the living too dead for you?

It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall, the dark threw its patches down upon me also...

O to struggle against great odds, to meet enemies undaunted! To be entirely alone with them, to find how much one can stand! To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, face to face! To mount the scaffold, to advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance! To be indeed a God!

Nem az ellenségeim rontanak reám – részükrÅ'l büszkeségemet nem fenyegeti kár; De a szeretÅ'k, akiket önzetlenül szeretek, – lássátok, hogy uralkodnak rajtam! Íme! rajtam, az erejétÅ'l megfosztotton, aki örökkön támasz nélküli és örökkön kiszolgáltatott! A legnyomorultabban csúszkálok elÅ'ttük a földön.

O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul.

Quicksand years that whirl me I know not whither, Your schemes, politics, fail, lines give way, substances mock and elude me, Only the theme I sing, the great and strong-possess'd soul, eludes not, One's-self must never give way—that is the final substance— that out of all is sure, Out of politics, triumphs, battles, life, what at last finally remains? When shows break up what but One's-Self is sure?

Behind every fascism there is a failed revolution.

The only historian capable of fanning the spark of hope in the past is the one who is firmly convinced that even the dead will not be safe from the enemy if he is victorious.

The tradition of the oppressed teaches us that the 'state of emergency' in which we live is not the exception but the rule. We must attain to a conception of history that is in keeping with this insight.

to great writers, finished works weigh lighter than those fragments on which they labor their entire lives.

To great writers, finished works weigh lighter than those fragments on which they work throughout their lives.