Quotes About Struggle

I'm beginning to understand that when we want to kill ourselves, it is not because we are lonely, but because we are trying to break up with the world before the world breaks up with us.

She looked resentfully at Mr. Cann. It would, she was sure, have been difficult enough to persuade him, in spite of his protestations, to leave the house alive. Dead, he was going to be far more trouble.

God Sophie... If there were any chance we could be together... If there were any woman I'd want to be the mother of my... Shit, this is so hard. No, Hunt, it's simple. If right now is all we have, if this is all we get, then I'll grab it with both hands and take all I can.

We are all stumbling and falling under our own crosses, those carved from our hands, our sweat, and those not of our own making.

It was like I had some special strain of Tourette's that made me say exactly the kind of things that would drive him away, even though my biggest fear was that he would leave. Because you know, they always left.

When you've been a soldier for thirty-five years you like to win battles, but you like to feel you helped bring peace, too.

all over the world wars people plagued by the same ills as their oppressor the real revolution is to love myself.

Ba??m?za bela olan bu zavall? beyin yerine ne diye bize bir kalp daha koymay? ak?l edemedin!

Günlük yaÅŸam?m?z? sürdürmemiz için sahip olduÄŸumuz çeÅŸit çeÅŸit duygular?n aras?ndan bir seçim yapmak, bizim için bir üstünlük belirtisi mi yoksa derin bir üzüntü nedeni mi?

Borges said there are only four stories to tell: a love story between two people, a love story between three people, the struggle for power and the voyage. All of us writers rewrite these same stories ad infinitum.

Just as a wet match, when struck, does not produce fire, so a mind saturated with restlessness cannot produce the fire of concentration even when one makes great efforts to strike the cosmic spark.

To fly away from problems may seem the easiest solution. But you gain strength only when you wrestle with a strong opponent. One who doesn't have difficulties is one who doesn't grow.

The weakling who has refused the conflict, acquiring nothing, has had nothing to renounce. He alone who has striven and won can enrich the world by bestowing the fruits of his victorious experience.

Through delusion you are perceiving yourself as a bundle of flesh and bones, which at best is a nest of troubles.

How easy it is for the majority of people to be tempted materially, to languish spiritually and do the very things that will hurt themselves.

The greatest of all enemies of man is himself

The triumph of violence ends in a festival of mourning." "I

If the wrestler doesn't fight with stronger opponents, he will not become stronger himself. So when you face all your difficulties bravely, with spiritual strength, you become even stronger and more powerful. By conquering when you are tested, you will revive the forgotten image of God within you, and become consciously one with the Father again. So we must remember to use our God-given strength to overcome our trials, and thereby strengthen our inner lives.

Struggles of the battlefields pale into insignificance here, when man first contends with inward enemies! No mortal foes these, to be overcome by harrowing array of might! Omnipresent, unresting, pursuing man even in sleep, subtly equipped with a miasmic weapon, these soldiers of ignorant lusts seek to slay us all. Thoughtless is the man who buries his ideals, surrendering to the common fate. Can he seem other than impotent, wooden, ignominious?

soñadores de este mundo, locos de dolor y temerosos de la muerte.

What made his face burn was a sense of failure, the yearning for freedom that remained unfulfilled and the acute realisation that he didn't know anything.

The deeper our faith, the more doubt we must endure; the deeper our hope, the more prone we are to despair; the deeper our love, the more pain its loss will bring: these are a few of the paradoxes we must hold as human beings. If we refuse to hold them in the hopes of living without doubt, despair, and pain, we also find ourselves living without faith, hope, and love.

Hot.  Tropical, damp climates always made the skin sticky and hot.  Feverishly so.  Sometimes, I thought my very flesh would melt and hang from my bones like Spanish moss.  In Paris I whirled in lightness and freedom . . . flinging the past away until I felt cool and alive again.  But . . . the oppression came back, didn't it?  I shivered, it still held me down, sucked my breath away.

No habiendo podido los hombres remediar la muerte la miseria y la ignorancia, han imaginado, para ser felices, no pensar en absoluto en ellas.