Quotes About Struggle

So ardent did he sing, each note might carry a breath of his life. People passing stopped to hear. And seeing them gathered, he stumbled among them with his hat held out. It was easy to credit the truth of his song, that his dim old eyes, they once had shone, that his heart, once cheerful, had been bro-o-ken. Two coins chinkled in his hat. And so it was when nights were still and sleep had yet to bind him, round him shone that other light, fondly to remind him.

He was pal o' me heart, so he was. I try not to think of him, only I can't get him off my mind. He's with me always day and night. I do see him places he's never been, in the middle of a crowd I see him. His face looks out from the top of a tram, a schoolboy wouldn't pass but I'm thinking it's him. I try to make him go away, for I'm a soldier now and I'm under orders. But he's always there and I'm desperate to hold him. I doubt I'm a man expect he's by me.

I'm a lawyer who is trying to make partner, whose firm looks at how much business I bring in, and taking your case wouldn't be good for my career." "But it might be good for your soul.

Today was going to get a whole lot worse before it got better.

It was not necessary to leave to learn that. But there were other reasons to go. If a person had a child but no husband, a room but no house, a place but no home, a will but no way, and if a person was losing her son and herself, little by little, day by day, because she knew what she knew in her skin and bones but not what her sister-in-law knew in her books and pamphlets, then yes, it was necessary.

They soon learned how difficult and hostile school can be for a child who is different.

What did classes matter when she knew everything taught in them? Not learning made her miserable. She decided that she was the crazy one, that she was too different. It was better to stop trying. She started getting C's on her report cards.

If you're not going to move, then the least you can do is give me a hand. Don't you have workers for that? Once again, his voice belied his frustration with the dilemma he found himself in. Not all of us have an army of employees.

drank, the more his behavior changed, even when he was sober. I confided his increasingly hateful behavior to my priest and my doctor, but they made me feel like I had somehow failed in my duty. They told me to try harder.

Change wasn't easy, even when life forced change upon you.

No," Ivy cried out, struggling against Rowan. "Let go of me.

I grow weary of barely surviving," Ivy said.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she worked alone on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor of every speck of dirt like a woman possessed. Why was I spared? So that I might experience more heartache, even the loss of my son? That if my grief was not enough, more should be added?

kleptomaniac

Deep within the stench of despair blooms the perfume of hope. —DB

I have often dreamed of strangling my Creator.

Prisons are built to break men, and when men are broken society has consummated its revenge

Blut muss fliessen

In the unceasing ebb and flow of justice and oppression we must all dig channels as best we may, that at the propitious moment somewhat of the swelling tide may be conducted to the barren places of life.

In his own way each man must struggle, lest the moral law become a far-off abstraction utterly separated from his active life.

We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.

My characters shall have, after a little trouble, all that they desire.

He luchado en vano. Ya no puedo más. Soy incapaz de contener mis sentimientos. Permítame que le diga que la admiro y la amo apasionadamente.

In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will no longer be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.