Quotes About Struggle

I loved God of course, in the early days, and God loved me. That was something. And I loved animals and nature. And poetry. People were the problem. How do you love another person? How do you trust another person to love you? I had no idea.

Does the body hate itself so much that it seeks release at any cost?

Bombay. Cairo. Paris. New York. I've been to those places now. The curious thing is that no matter how different they are, people are all preoccupied with the same things, that is, the same thing; how to live. We have to eat, we want to make money, but in every pause the question returns: How shall I live?

If the demons lived anywhere it was here.

People do go back, but they don't survive, because two realities are claiming them at the same time. Such things are too much.

I have ridden out all the storms," said Shakespeare, "even the ones I wrote myself. Here, look, it begins…

I could see in her a piece of the bright hope I once had in myself and it made me sour and angry. It made me feel sorry for her too. I wanted to take both her hands in mine, look her in the eye, and let her see that the world isn't interested in a little black girl's dreams.

Whites find it harder to believe in something to believe in.

The devil had attacked me at my weakest point: my inability to realise the limitations of my sex.

I wondered how anyone finds closeness when violence is so near it.

Very few people ever manage what nature manages without effort and mostly without fail. We don't know who we are or how to function, much less how to bloom. Blind nature. Homo Sapiens. Who's kidding whom?

I've thought of killing myself so many times. I don't do it, not because I am a coward, but because it would be easier for me to be dead. What's my life? I make money and I make memories. That's not a life. I don't kill myself because living is my own life sentence.

It is as if my heart and my brain did not belong to the same person. Feelings come quicker than lightning and fill my soul, but they bring me no illumination; they burn me and dazzle me.

So finally we tumble into the abyss, we ask God why he has made us so feeble. But, in spite of ourselves, He replies through our consciences: 'I have made you too feeble to climb out of the pit, because i made you strong enough not to fall in.

Virtue is a state of war, and to live in it we have always to combat with ourselves.

Liberty may be gained, but can never be recovered. (Bk2:8)

When the people shall have nothing more to eat, they will eat the rich.

The ever-recurring law of necessity soon teaches a man to do what he does not like, so as to avert evils which he would dislike still more... this foresight, well or ill used, is the source of all the wisdom or the wretchedness of mankind.

The sword wears out its sheath, as it is sometimes said. That is my story. My passions have made me live, and my passions have killed me. What passions, it may be asked. Trifles, the most childish things in the world. Yet they affected me as much as if the possessions of Helen, or the throne of the Universe, had been at stake.

Whether the woman shares the man's passion or not, whether she is willing or unwilling to satisfy it, she always repulses him and defends herself, though not always with the same vigour, and therefore not always with the same success.

L'adversité sans doute est un grand maître, mais il fait payer cher ses leçons, et souvent le profit qu'on en retire ne vaut pas le prix qu'elles ont coûté.

La force a fait les premiers esclaves, leur lâcheté les a perpétués.

Cuando hay que hacer lo contrario de mi voluntad, no lo hago, ocurra lo que ocurra; tampoco hago mi voluntad, porque soy débil. Me abstengo de actuar: dado que toda mi debilidad es para la acción, toda mi fuerza es negativa, y todos mis pecados son de omisión, raramente de comisión.

He aquí cómo el lujo, la disolución y la esclavitud han sido en todo tiempo el castigo a los esfuerzos orgullosos que hemos hecho para salir de la feliz ignorancia donde nos había situado la sabiduría eterna. El