Quotes About Struggle

Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.

The difference, I think, is that in Vietnam, people seem to have no choice about the kind of house they live in. They may want to fix the roof, but they can't do much about it, so they fight each other for a dry spot on the floor away from all the leaks.

I love that boy to death, but he's a constant challenge.

You can never have international peace as long as you have national poverty.

The road comes to an end just when it ought to be getting somewhere. The passengers alight, shaken and weary, to begin, all over again, something else.

The words came fast and slow, because the act of writing plunged me so wantonly down slippery avenues of thought that frequently I found myself not writing at all, my mouth open on a half-formed word with which my hand had been unable to keep pace and from which my mind had careened many seconds or whole minutes earlier like a horse having thrown its rider.

Josh wanted to tell her what he knew: that love might look like a shore but turn out to be a desert island, where you roamed alone, talking to yourself, trying to crack open coconuts with your shoe. So thirsty you drank the salt water. So hungry you ate the sand.

How they'd started out so much in love, and how things had slowly gone wrong, and how she'd tried, she'd tried, she'd tried. How whenever she resolved to leave Tommy, she'd succumb to sorrow and nostalgia, yes, but mostly she could just never resist her stupid, primal attraction to him, and one of those times they'd conceived Milo.

and since I was bound to screw them up, my only hope was to screw them up in a sufficiently dramatic way, a way that led to a best-selling memoir, so they could make big bucks in the psychological freak show circuit.

if there's not some sort of friction in a move forward, your step is not as consequential as you'd like to believe it is

What happened? They had it! They had it in the palm of their hands! They grabbed defeat from the jaws of victory!

I'm living life as best I can - but I'm not exempt from failure and making bad choices.

My relationship with Dean was great, but ultimately it wasn't a fulfilling marriage for either of us.

Civilization is unbearable, but it is less unbearable at the top.

What a struggle! Think of all the big powerful forces lined up ready to crush anything wonderful and holy and free!

When I was 5, some financial things happened, and I moved seven times in a year. We moved from apartment to apartment, sometimes living with friends. My mom would always say, 'Don't get comfortable, because we may not be here long.'

For me, already being part of a single parent household and knowing it was just me and my mom, you'd would wake up times and hope that the next day you'd be able to be alongside your mother because she was out trying to make sure that I was taken care of. But all I cared about was her being home.

Our national history has so often filled us with bitterness and the feeling of helplessness.

I belong to a nation which over the past centuries has experienced many hardships and reverses. The world reacted with silence or with mere sympathy when Polish frontiers were crossed by invading armies and the sovereign state had to succumb to brutal force.

Freedom must be gained step by step, slowly. Freedom is a food which must be carefully administered when people are too hungry for it.

The hope of the nation which throughout the nineteenth century had not for a moment reconciled itself with the loss of independence, and fighting for its own freedom, fought at the same time for the freedom of other nations.

My youth passed at the time of the country's reconstruction from the ruins and ashes of the war in which my nation never bowed to the enemy paying the highest price in the struggle.

Nobody hears a single word you say, but you keep on talkin' till your dying day.

Just when everything seems to go along just fine, Life comes by and throws you its line.