Quotes About Struggle

Essaie de ne jamais oublier les rêves. La vie, les gens, tous essaieront de t'empêcher d'être libre. La liberté, c'est un boulot de tous les jours. Un boulot à plein temps.

It has bothered me all my life that I do not paint like everybody else.

He who has rejected his demons badgers us to death with his angels.

The mere ambition to write a poem is enough to kill it.

I myself was a torrent, I was drowned, I was navigation. My great constitution hall, my ambassador's hall, my hall for gifts and exchanges into which I usher foreigners for a first examination—I had lost all my halls with my servants. I was alone, shaken around violently like a dirty thread in an energetic wash.

Odchodzisz beze mnie, moje ?ycie, Toczysz si?, A ja wci?? czekam, zanim zrobi? krok, Ty ju? gdzie indziej stajesz do walki ...

Art is a barren route, of which glory is the oasis.

Boheemlus on kunstniku elus proovilepaneku aeg; see juhatab teda kas akadeemikuellu, haiglasse või surnukuuri.

Henri Philippe Pétain

You desire to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering.

To shun one's cross is to make it heavier.

The musician of the present day, not being able to give us what is beautiful, torments himself to give us what is new.

The laws of animality govern almost the whole of history.

Oh courage… oh yes! If only one had that… Then life might be livable, in spite of everything.

Everything I touch seems destined to turn into something mean and farcical.

You should never wear your best trousers when you go out to fight for freedom and truth.

Never wear your best trousers when you go out to fight for freedom and truth.

A man should never put on his best trousers when he goes out to battle for freedom and truth.

One should never put on one's best trousers to go out to battle for freedom and truth.

We live in a time that demands a discourse of both critique and possibility, one that recognizes that without an informed citizenry, collective struggle, and viable social movements, democracy will slip out of our reach and we will arrive at a new stage of history marked by the birth of an authoritarianism that not only disdains all vestiges of democracy but is more than willing to relegate it to a distant memory.

The people's revolution is on the march, and the devil and all his angels cannot prevail against it.

Most men are prisoners at best, who some strong habit every drag about like chain and ball.

Modern politics is, at bottom, a struggle not of men but of forces. The men become every year more and more creatures of force, massed about central power-houses. The conflict is no longer between the men, but between the motors that drive the men, and the men tend to succumb to their own motive forces.

From earliest childhood the boy was accustomed to feel that, for him, life was double. Winter and summer, town and country, law and liberty, were hostile, and the man who pretended they were not, was in his eyes a schoolmaster -- that is, a man employed to tell lies to little boys.