Quotes About Struggle

Remember this well. There are two kind of fights. As long as we place ourselves in battle, we must always know the difference: fights to defend life… and fights to defend pride…

We should not shed tears That is a surrender of the body to the heart It is only proof That we are beings that do not know What to do with out hearts

If our kitchens are outside of capital, our struggle to destroy them will never succeed in causing capital to fall. —Silvia Federici, Revolution at Point Zero: Housework, Reproduction and Feminist Struggle

exploitation (normally tethered to class) and oppression (normally understood through gender, race, etc.)

This book is an attempt to begin that process by highlighting the critical contribution of SRT to an understanding of capitalist social relations.

Pain is always pain till death.

Adversity makes men remember God

The history of Africans in America is brutal, but we have made art out of pain, sustaining our spirits with sunbursts of beauty, teaching ourselves how to rise the next day.

Dice, l'importante è trovare sé stessi, ma il problema è che non sono ancora riuscito a perdermi.

In quelle condizioni era naturale essere depresso, come è naturale che lo sia per chiunque abbia ancora un'idea di quel che la vita potrebbe essere e non è. La depressione diventa un diritto, quando uno si guarda attorno e non vede niente o nessuno che lo ispiri, quando il mondo sembra scivolare via in una gora di ottusità e di grettezza materialista.

Il primo passo di ogni guerra è la disumanizzazione del nemico. Il nemico non è un uomo come te, quindi non ha gli stessi diritti.

Non chiedere di avere una salute perfetta Sarebbe avidità Fai della sofferenza la tua medicina E non aspettarti una strada senza ostacoli Senza quel fuoco la tua luce si spegnerebbe Usa della tempesta per liberarti.

Fearlessness in those without power is maddening to those who have it.

I was giving up-- being realistic , as people liked to say, meaning the same thing. Being realistic made me feel bitter.

The human heart is a dark forest

Reasons always came with a purpose, to give the appearance of a struggle between principle and desire. Principle had power only until you found what you had to have.

You felt it as a depth of ease in certain boys, their innate, affable assurance that they would not have to struggle for a place in the world; that is already reserved for them.

Some things don't pass, the injuries don't heal they merely find a place in our guts and in our bones where they fitfully rest, tossing and turning between our knuckles and ribs waiting to wake as the shadows grow long.

The heart is a bloody thing.

Like so much of the trouble in the world it ends simply with exhaustion.

Yes, liquor is the thin white coat of paint you wash over the cracks in your foundation. Makes any rotten house livable for a few hours. Sometimes days.

Days grow hotter and life grows shorter. Time is somehow running out. She flips her pillow so she won't have to sleep on her tears.

He is healthy, physically, his body is fine. But his mind, well, it seems he encountered realities greater than he could bear. Many people need the certainty of solid walls and clear windows, but then they meet mysteries they cannot solve." The priest knew this all too well. "Yes, there are many." "And when they envelop and overwhelm you, well, if you are not prepared…" He gestured toward Bemm.

Watching as Boris's last chips were scooped away, Will thought it was probably because he had always had an innate sense of how much easier it was to lose than win.