Quotes About Struggle

The murder of Ernst Winter and the violence that followed provided the struggling anti-Semitic parties with an opportunity to revitalize their movement.

And I too am not myself, hoping for refuge in a metaphor that will contain it all.

The history of the world is the record of a man in quest of his daily bread and butter.

Ich war so was wie ein Wunderkind in Sachen Physik und Mathematik, wollte Kernphysiker werden, habe dann aber über den Schriftsteller Hans Henny Jahnn promoviert. Ich habe sämtliche meiner Karrieren zerstört, bevor sie anfingen. Das mache ich immer noch so.

We live in an age when the mice are hunting the cats...nobody knows who are the mice and who the cats.

My dad was the town drunk. Most of the time that's not so bad but New York City?

We are in a great night of the world. The thing is to know if we shall wake up to-morrow. We have only one succor we know of what the night is made. But shall we be able to impart our lucid faith, seeing that the heralds of warning are everywhere few, and that the greatest victims hate the only ideal which is not one, and call it utopian?

Through centuries of centuries, fire and water face each other; the fire, upright, buoyant and leaping; the water flat, creeping, gliding, widening its lines and its surface. When they touch, is it the water which hisses and roars, or is it the fire?

Two armies fighting each other are like one big army that commits suicide.

I had seen the struggle to love and make one's self understood, the refusal of two persons in conversation to give themselves to each other, the coming together of two lovers, the lovers with an infectious smile, who are lovers in name only, who bury themselves in kisses, who press wound to wound to cure themselves, between whom there is really no attachment, and who, in spite of their ecstasy deriving light from shadow, are strangers as much as the sun and the moon are strangers.

All these men with their corpse-like faces, in front of us and behind, driven to exhaustion, emptied of words and will....All these men laden with earth, who, you could say, are carrying their own graves...

No hay más infierno que el furor de vivir.

Due eserciti che si combattono, sono come un sol grande esercito che si suicida.

Hélas, ô sacrifice, ô gloire, Ô silence qui va saigner.

And night came, as every night will come, until the last one, which will be too vast. There is no hell, no inferno except the frenzy of living The last cry, as it was the first.

Yo no sé lo que soy, ni adónde voy, ni lo que hago; pero, yo también he gritado desde el fondo de mi abismo, hacia un poco de luz.

It was suicide. Others killed themselves with poison or with a revolver. I killed myself with minutes and hours.

We have the divinity of our great misery. And our solitude, with its toilsome ideas, tears and laughter, is fatally divine.

Sin, sin! To rid myself of boredom by committing a crime, to break up monotony by deceiving. To sin in order to be a new person, another person. To hate life worse than it hated me. To sin so as not to die.

All the living hold together, and all yield to the same tremendous push. The animal takes its stand on the plant, man bestrides animality, and the whole of humanity, in space and in time, is one immense army galloping beside and before and behind each of us in an overwhelming charge able to beat down every resistance and clear the most formidable obstacles, perhaps even death.

L'humanité gémit, à demi écrasée sous le poids des progrès qu'elle a faits. Elle ne sait pas assez que son avenir dépend d'elle.

Destiny has two ways of crushing us - by refusing our wishes and by fulfilling them.

When people show you their boundaries ("I can't do this for you") you feel rejected...part of your struggle is to set boundaries to your own love. Only when you are able to set your own boundaries will you be able to acknowledge, respect and even be grateful for the boundaries of others.

La lucha contra el aburrimiento ha comenzado. No sabemos si el enemigo público será derrotado. Y sin embargo de esta lucha, de este desafío, depende, hasta cierto punto, el destino y sentido de la modernidad.