Quotes About Struggle

In a word, man must create his own essence: it is in throwing himself into the world, suffering there, struggling there, that he gradually defines himself.

Men all alone, completely alone with horrible monstrosities, will run through the streets, pass heavily in front of me, their eyes staring, fleeing their ills yet carrying with them, open-mouthed, with their insect-tongue flapping its wings. Then I'll burst out laughing even though my body may be covered with filthy, infected scabs which blossom into flowers of flesh, violets, buttercups.

Daha çok, ayd?n?n fazladan bir adam, orta s?n?flar?n baÅŸar?s?z bir ürünü, kusurlar? dolay?s?yla ayr?cal?ks?z s?n?flar?n k?y?s?nda yaÅŸayan ve onlara hiçbir zaman kat?lamayan biri olduÄŸunu söyleyemez miyiz?

When a man hasn't the courage to kill himself wholesale, he must do so retail.' He would walk down to the water and say: 'Farewell to what I love most in the world...

Llegaba a aceptar que Mateo no fuera más que una etapa de su vida- y esto era ya bastante duro-pero no podía soportar ser él una etapa en la vida de Mateo.

El hombre esta alienado, pero antes de estar alienado fue libre. Solo le queda reconquistar su libertad.

Una vez que ha estallado la libertad en el alma de un hombre, los dioses no pueden nada más contra ese hombre. Pues es un asunto de hombres, y los otros hombres —sólo a ellos— les corresponde dejarlo correr o estrangularlo

The path to success is a thorny one, and the way is steep. There are many pitfalls. It is a fool who does not take advantage of a helping hand when it is offered.

Vale la pena luchar por la libertad; vale la pena pagar un alto precio por ella, porque morir por la libertad es dejar esta vida en un derroche de gloria que destruye nuestras debilidades del pasado y nos vuelve uno con los héroes

Puisqu'après tant d'efforts ma résistance est vaine, Je me livre en aveugle au destin qui m'entraîne

PHEDRE J'ai voulu te paraître odieuse, inhumaine. Pour mieux te résister, j'ai recherché ta haine. De quoi m'ont profité mes inutiles soins ? Tu me haïssais plus, je ne t'aimais pas moins. Acte II, scène V

I have been too unhappy, I thought, it cannot last, being so unhappy, it would kill you

They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did.

It was like letting go and falling back into water and seeing yourself grinning up through the water, your face like a mask, and seeing the bubbles coming up as if you were trying to speak from under the water. And how do you know what it's like to try to speak from under water when you're drowned?

Some must cry so that others may be able to laugh the more heartily. Sacrifices are necessary...

Every word I say has chains round its ankles; every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights. Since I was born, hasn't every word I've said, every thought I've thought, everything I've done, been tied up, weighted, chained? And mind you, I know that with all this I don't succeed. Or I succeed in flashes only too damned well. ...But think how hard I try and how seldom I dare. Think - and have a bit of pity. That is, if you ever think, you apes, which I doubt.

After all this, what happened? What happened was that, as soon as I had the slightest chance of a place to hide in, I crept into it and hid. Well, sometimes it's a fine day isn't it? Sometimes the skies are blue. Sometimes the air is light, easy to breathe. And there is always tomorrow...

I'm no use to anybody,' I say. 'I'm a cérébrale, can't you see that?' Thinking how funny a book would be, called 'Just a Cérébrale or You Can't Stop Me From Dreaming'. Only, of course, to be accepted as authentic, to carry any conviction, it would have to be written by a man. What a pity, what a pity!

I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every night. I've had enough of thinking, enough of remembering.

I hadn't bargained for this. I didn't think it would be like this - shabby clothes, worn-out shoes, circles under your eyes, your hair getting straight and lanky, the way people look at you. ... I didn't think it would be like this

As soon as you have reached this heaven of indifference, you are pulled out of it. From your heaven you have to go back to hell. When you are dead to the world, the world often rescues you, if only to make a figure of fun out of you.

poverty is the cause of many compromises.

Can I help it if my heart beats, if my hands go cold?

Nothing left but hopelessness.' Say die and I will die. Say die and watch me die.