Quotes About Struggle

If it was easy, it wouldn't be worth it

you love your people but you don't understand them. They find God in each other. And when they lose each other, they lose God and they're lost. And it's hard to help them

Out there beyond this brief charmed circle, all around them, invading even our own minds, was something that disbelieved and destroyed and defeated. She knew it and recognized its power and yet she would never cease to deny it. In this moment of large weakness she suddenly knew large strength, a core buried deep within her that would refuse to be daunted by the outrageous blows or the niggling trifles human life was heir to.

It's hard for a man to stand and watch an old hound fight against such odds, especially if that man has memories in his heart like I had in mine. I had seen the time when an old hound like that had given his life so that I might life.

The bigger they are the harder they fall.

About halfway up, far out on a limb, I found the ghost coon. As I started toward him, my dogs stopped bawling. I heard something I had heard many times. The sound was like the cry of a small baby. It was the cry of a ringtail coon when he knows it is the end of the trail. I never liked to hear this cry, but it was all in the game, the hunter and the hunted. As I sat there on the limb, looking at the old fellow, he cried again. Something came over me. I didn't want to kill him.

You think you have won, but you haven't. Although I can't get the coon, neither can you live, because I have cut off your breath of life.

By the age of twenty the distinctly Branwellian qualities would be developed from which he would never again shake himself free.

Never, never, never believe any war will be smooth and easy, or that anyone who embarks on the strange voyage can measure the tides and hurricanes he will encounter. The statesman who yields to war fever must realize that once the signal is given, he is no longer the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable and uncontrollable events.

If you're going through hell, keep going.

If I had been an Italian I am sure that I should have been whole-heartedly with you from the start to finish in your triumphant struggle against the bestial appetites and passions of Leninism. (Speech in Rome on 20 January, 1927, praising Mussolini)

If this long island story of ours is to end at last, let it end only when each one of us lies choking in his own blood upon the ground.

Nations that went down fighting rose again, but those who surrendered tamely were finished.

I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: Victory. Victory at all costs—Victory in spite of all terror—Victory, however long and hard the road may be, for without victory there is no survival. But I take my task with buoyancy and hope. Come, then, let us go forward with our united strenght.

This is a strange Christmas Eve,Churchill told the the crowd of several hundred gathered at the mansion's garden.Almost the whole world is locked in deadly struggle, and with the most terrible weapons which science can devise the nations advance upon each other.

Let us learn our lessons. Never, never, never believe any war will be smooth and easy, or that anyone who embarks on that strange voyage can measure the tides and hurricanes he will encounter. The Statesman who yields to war fever must realise that once the signal is given, he is no longer the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable and uncontrollable events.

When men are fighting for their lives they are not often disposed to be complimentary to those who are trying to kill them.

Una nación que intente prosperar subiendo impuestos es como un hombre con los pies en un cubo tratando de levantarse tirando del asa.

If what I feel for you is dislike -- for coming between me and my work sometime every day in the last fifteen months --if that's dislike...If being unable to forget your voice, or the way you turn your neck, or the lights in your hair -- if that's dislike...If wanting to hear that you're married and dreading to hear that you're married...If resenting the condescension that pretends you're not out of my reach...Perhaps you can identify these symptoms for me.

through all the monotony and the splendor of life.

A vida é a mesma coisa que se ficar num hospício de loucos, pensei. Cada um vai circulando, imerso e afogado em suas próprias desilusões, sem que ninguém veja. A pessoa vai abrindo caminhos pelas celas, passando por entre os companheiros atormentados, rumo àquele que parece o único mentalmente são. Era exatamente o que eu estava fazendo agora.

He wondered if the real world was that one in which men fought for policies and principles and died or lived gloriously - or more often miserably - for the sake of an abstract word like patriotism or independence, or if reality belonged to the humble people and the common land.

Dwight again said: ' Caroline...' but this time as if all the cracks in his heart were widening.

Demelza was beginning to feel like a lion tamer who has been putting his pets through their paces and finds them getting out of hand.