Quotes About Struggle

The renouncing of life and immediacy, which was the premise for the progress of natural science since Newton, formed the real basis for the bitter struggle which Goethe waged against the physical optics of Newton. It would be superficial to dismiss this struggle as unimportant: there is much significance in one of the most outstanding men directing all his efforts to fighting against the development of Newtonian optics.

I think there should be holy war against yoga classes.

Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, Battles are lost in the same spirit In which they are won

This time, there was the ghost of a reptile in Szatson's smile. 'I don't handle little problems.

It was hell, it was heaven, he was happy, he was scared to death, and he felt as if Satan were right there in this god-for-damned room and he was being butt-fucked by that NVR interrogator again in Muang Sing. Jesus wept, why had they done shit like that to him?

The truly terrible thing about this life, was not knowing what you want, but only able to recognize what you do not want. You have to spend so much time and energy trying to find it out, time that other people spent in pursuing of their desires.

Taking action is hard, but know what? Enduring a bad situation can be its own hell.

Aboli went on.

Never choose a battle; only fight if you cannot walk away.

One has sufficient enemies amongst men without deliberately seeking out others amongst the gods.

attempt to escape

I can resist everything but temptation.

O sofrimento é um longo momento. É impossível dividí-lo em estações. Só podemos registrar os seus humores e relatar suas idas e vindas. Para nós o tempo não avança, apenas anda em círculos, parecendo girar em torno de um núcleo de sofrimento.

And Death fell with me, like a deepening moan. And He, picking a manner of worm, which half had hid Its bruises in the earth, but crawled no further, Showed me its feet, the feet of many men, And the fresh-severed head of it, my head.

Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels, I would go up and wash them from sweet wells, Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.

It is the grand misfortune of my life that nobody will let me alone.

But, ah me! where is the faultless human creature who can persevere in a good resolution, without sometimes failing and falling back?

This is a miserable world, says the Sergeant. Human life, Mr. Betteredge, is a sort of target --misfortune is always firing at it, and always hitting the mark.

THIS is the story of what a Woman's patience can endure, and what a Man's resolution can achieve.

Human life, Mr. Betteredge, is a sort of target—misfortune is always firing at it, and always hitting the mark.

It lasted more or less through the night; and then intermitted, at that terrible time in the early morning – from two o'clock to five – when the vital energies even of the healthiest of us are at their lowest. It is then that Death gathers in his human harvest most abundantly. It was then that Death and I fought our fight over the bed, which should have the man who lay on it.

No man under heaven deserves these sacrifices from us women. Men! They are the enemies of our innocence and our peace—they drag us away from our parents' love and our sisters' friendship—they take us body and soul to themselves, and fasten our helpless lives to theirs as they chain up a dog to his kennel. And what does the best of them give us in return?

I wonder whether the gentlemen who make a business and a living out of writing books, ever find their own selves getting in the way of their subjects, like me?

You hear more than enough of married people living together miserably.