Quotes About Struggle

I'm tired of having such a happy, perfect life. And that can only be a sign of mental illness. That's what I fall asleep thinking. Perhaps I really do have a serious problem.

Cuando liberamos nuestro lado malo,este acaba eclipsando completamente lo mejor de nosotros mismos.

Good & Evil struggled between us. It was all a matter of control. And choice. Nothing more ang nothing less.

Because I know the things I should be able to accomplish, and I don't want to do so.

Sometimes war is necessary in order that we can finally find peace. Sometimes fear is necessary for the soul to find its path again.

Je voulais comprendre pourquoi j'avais repoussè si longtemps mon plus grand rêves.je voulais surtout me prouver que j'ètais capable de garder cette flamme allumée.

It would harm me more to be living a life without meaning. In a war, everyone knows they're experiencing something important.

Angels are love in motion. They never rest, they struggle to grow, and they are beyond good and evil. Love that consumes all, that destroys all, that forgives all. Angels are made of that love, and are at the same time its messengers.

Love was undoubtedly one of the things capable of changing a person's whole life, from one moment to the next. But there was the other side of the coin, the second thing that could make a human being take a totally different course from the one he or she had planned; and that was called despair. Yes, perhaps love really could transform someone, but despair did the job more quickly.

Every second since then has been a struggle against my vices and against self-pity. I need to remain focused and calm, to do the work I chose to do with love, and never to cling to the present moment, because death is still very close, the abyss is there beside me, and I am walking along the edge.

I ask myself how I can exist in two such different worlds in one day.

Las personas luchan para salir, no para entrar en coma. Las personas luchan para vivir y no para cometer suicidio... Que es un loco?... La locura es la incapacidad de comunicar las propias ideas...Todos nosotros de una forma u otra, somos locos. Pero la gran locura del hombre y de la mujer es exactamente esta: el amor.

But can one actually see beauty with eyes blurred by the lack of almost everything a human being needs?

Matar, matar, matar... Verbo transitivo exigindo objeto direto ensanguentado.

Liberation is a constant struggle. And this is a new year.

The problem I've had all my dating life is that the guys who drive me crazy sexually never seem to care much about being a part of the righteous forward motion of all peoples of the world toward peace and freedom. This is part of my parents' revolutionary curse. I have to consider politics even in the midst of passion.

White folks don't have to do anything to you specifically. After they do it to a couple of other people that you know about, you are so incapacitated by fear that you ain't no use to the struggle anyhow.

almost doesn't matter what black community you go in now, the problems are exactly the same. The kids are angry. The men are shell-shocked. The women are alone and the drugs are everywhere.

None who have always been free can understand the terrible fascinating power of the hope of freedom to those who are not free.

But hers was a strange heart, sad in its very nature, and she could never weep and ease it as other women do, for her tears never brought her comfort.

He lived in the rich city as alien as a rat in a rich man's house that is fed on scraps thrown away, and hides here and there and is never a part of the real life of the house.

He had other fires and these flamed higher than Love.

And to him war was a thing like earth and sky and water and why it was no one knew but only that it was.

Had she not created even him? Perhaps for that he never forgave her, but hated her and fought her secretly, and dominated her and oppressed her and kept her locked in houses and her feet bound and her waist tied, and forbade her wages and skills and learning, and widowed her when she was dead, and burned her sometimes to ashes, pretending that it was her faithfulness that did it.