Quotes About Struggle

People move because of the wear and tear of anxiety. Because of the gnawing feeling that no matter how hard they work their efforts will yield nothing, that what they build up in one year will be torn down in one day by others.Because of the impression that the future is blocked up,that they might do alright but not their children.Because of the feeling that nothing will change, that happiness and prosperity are possible only somewhere else.

I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent.

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity – it's envy.

No one dies of nausea, but it can seriously sap the will to live.

What a terrible disease that must be if it could kill God in a man.

The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart.

Why do people move? What makes them uproot and leave everything they've known for a great unknown beyond the horizon? Why climb this Mount Everest of formalities that makes you feel like a beggar? Why enter this jungle of foreignness where everything is new, strange and difficult? The answer is the same the world over: people move in the hope of a better life.

For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart.

Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer.

Strach to jedyny prawdziwy przeciwnik ?ycia.

Because of the gnawing feeling that no matter how hard they work their efforts will yield nothing, that what they build up in one year will be torn down in one day by others.

I have nothing to say of my working life, only that a tie is a noose, and inverted though it is, it will hang a man nonetheless if he's not careful.

But I want to pray to Allah. I want to be a Christian.

Once you've been struck by violence, you acquire companions that never leave you entirely: Suspicion, Fear, Anxiety, Despair, Joylessness.

What don't we realize is that we are a strange and forbidding species to wild animals. We fill them with fear. They avoid us as much as possible. It took centuries to still the fear in some pliable animals – domestication it's called – but most cannot get over their fear, and I doubt they ever will. When wild animals fight us, it is out of sheer desperation. They fight when they feel they have no other way out.

If Christ played doubt, so must we. If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He burst out from the cross, My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? then surely we are also permitted doubt. But we must move on. To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.

Kalau begitu, apa gunanya punya akal, Richard Parker? Apakah sekadar untuk memenuhi kebutuhan sehari-hari —- mencari makanan, pakaian, dan atap untuk berteduh? Kenapa akal tak bisa memberikan jawaban-jawaban yang lebih kompleks? Kenapa kita bisa menanyakan hal yang tak ada jawabannya? Buat apa punya jala begitu besar kalau sedikit sekali ikan yang bisa ditangkap?

I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent.

Ravi was right. Truly I was to be the next goat. I had a wet, trembling, half-drowned, heaving and coughing three-year-old adult Bengal tiger in my lifeboat. Richard Parker rose unsteadily to his feet on the tarpaulin, eyes blazing as they met mine, ears laid tight to his head, all weapons drawn. His head was the size and colour of the lifebuoy, with teeth. I turned around, stepped over the zebra and threw myself overboard.

If there is a change, it is usually for the lesser rather than the greater; many people seem to lose God along life's way.

Some of us give up on life with only a resigned sigh. Others fight a little, then lose hope. Still others- and I am one of those-never give up. We fight and fight and fight. We fight no matter what the cost of battle, the losses we take, the improbability of success. We fight to the very end. It's not a question of courage. It's...an inability to let go. It may be nothing more than life hungry stupidity.

If Christ played with doubt, so must we. If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He burst out from the Cross, My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? then surely we are also permitted doubt. But we must move on. To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.

When the course of experience made me see that there is no saviour and no special grace, no remission beyond the human, that pain is to be endured and fades, if it fades, only with time, then God became nothing to me but a dyslexic dog, with neither bark nor bite.

At last I managed to haul it aboard. It was over three feet long. The bucket was useless. It would fit the dorado like a hat.