Quotes About Struggle

People want you to be a crazy, out-of-control teen brat. They want you miserable, just like them. They don't want heroes what they want is to see you fall.

Ad un certo punto della vita non è la speranza l'ultima a morire, ma il morire è l'ultima speranza.

I hate and detest Sicily in so far as I love it, and in so far as it does not respond to the kind of love I would like to have for it.

It's like squeezing tripe: nothing comes out,' he said, meaning the Colasberna brothers, their partners, the town in general and Sicily as a whole.

There was something quite correct and right about a man so sad he made bad decisions.

There is no beast more cruel than man.

When a man has the rope about his neck, you don't ask him about his health!

Thus will we deal with life, my little help-meet. Will we not, eh? What though it blink at us like an owl that is blinded by the sun, we will yet force it to smile.

Life seemed to him to be a narrow cage, and her iron bars were many and dense, and there was only one way out.

I play because my loneliness is very great, very deep- I fear it has no bottom at all! I stand on the edge of an abyss and hurl words, many heavy words, into it, but they fall without a sound. I hurl into it laughter, threats and moans. I spit into it. I fling into it heaps of stones and rocks. I throw mountains into it- ant still it remains silent and empty.

An exile's life is no life.

His mother might claim to be a loyal light in the shadows, but he was determined to shove her even further into the shadows.

The King sat down and I noticed that a brood of small transparent roots grew from the soles of his feet. 'Yes, I am also errant. My roots can find no soil and this is why they are visible.

The hyena found it difficult to walk in my high-heeled shoes.

I often feel I am being burned at the stake just because I have always refused to give up that wonderful strange power I have inside me that becomes manifested when I am in harmonious communication with some other inspired being.

Do not give up hope entirely in spite of the horror of your situation. I am mobilising all my mental capacities to obtain your unconditional freedom.

actually many pastors in the United States who, like cross-cultural missionaries, are struggling to proclaim the Gospel to people whose worlds are different from their own.

Creo que usted se ha sentido frustrado toda su vida-contesto Bruner en tono sereno-, tal vez por culpa de un hombre que no sabía demostrar su amor.

Until then I had lived as I had painted and versified - that is, I never got far beyond priming canvas, beyond penning an outline, a first act, a first stanza. There are simply people who start all sorts of things and yet never finish any of them. And that was the kind of person I was.

but you cannot deny, that man and woman are mortal enemies, in your serene sunlit world as well as in our foggy one. In love there is union into a single being for a short time only, capable of only one thought, one sensation, one will, in order to be then further disunited. And you know this better than I; whichever of the two fails to subjugate will soon feel the feet of the other on his neck—

But you cannot deny that man and woman, as much in your serene sunlit world as in our foggy one, are natural enemies and that Love unites them together for a short time which is capable only of one thought, feeling or will, only to split them apart even more and you know better than I, the one who does not know how to subjugate will quickly feel the foot of the other on his naked body

You look at love Ã¢â'¬â€œ and above all women, as an enemy, something against which you feel you have to fight Ã¢â'¬â€œ even if it is in vain. You experience its power as a sort of sweet torment, a tingling cruelty-a truly modern view." "Which you don't share?" "Indeed I do not!

I believe that life is a journey, often difficult and sometimes incredibly cruel, but we are well equipped for it only we tap into our talents and gifts and allow them to blossom.

housekeeper. She enlisted friends with their own small children to mind us while she worked for wages. When she took us in, Mama had absolutely no idea of how she was going to support us. She knew she wanted a family, so she made us that and then proceeded to so do whatever it took to keep us in shirts and dungarees and food. Many