Quotes About Struggle

Very few castaways can claim to have survived so long at sea as Mr. Patel, and none in the company of an adult Bengal tiger.

Religion faces the same problem. Certain illusions about freedom plague them both.

a problem of the soul, a heaviness of the heart, a darkness of the conscience

When you've suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.

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.

You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.

Faith in God is an opening up, a letting go, a deep trust, a free act of love—but sometimes it was so hard to love.

Only fear can defeat life.

T]o be a castaway is to be caught up in grim and exhausting opposites.

Faith in God is an opening up, a letting go, a deep trust, a free act of love--but sometimes it was so hard to love. Sometimes my heart was sinking so fast with anger, desolation and weariness, I was afraid it would sink to the very bottom of the Pacific and I would not be able to lift it back up.

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. I

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 all right but not their children. Because of the feeling that nothing will change, that happiness and prosperity are possible only somewhere else.

I gave up trying to find out. Any knowledge I might gain was useless. I had no means of controlling where I was going - no rudder, no sails, no motor, some oars, but insufficient brawn.

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.

if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.

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 the cost of the battle, the losses we take, the improbability of success. We fight to the very end. It's not a question of courage. It's something constitutional, an inability to let go. It may be nothing more than life-hungry stupidity.

I was alone and orphaned, in the middle of the Pacific, hanging on to an oar, an adult tiger in front of me, sharks beneath me, a storm raging about me.

animals fight, it is with the intent to kill and with the understanding that they may be killed. A

High calls low and low calls high. I tell you, if you were in such dire straits as I was, you too would elevate your thoughts. The lower you are, the higher your mind will want to soar. It was natural that, bereft and desperate as I was, in the throes of unremitting suffering, I should turn to God.

Ageing is not easy, Senhora Castro. It's a terrible, incurable pathology. And great love is another pathology.

O sa fiu cinstit. Nu ateii imi stau in gat, ci agnosticii. Indoiala e buna un timp. Toti trebuie sa trecem prin Gradina Ghetsemani. Daca si Cristos a simtit-o, trebuie s-o facem si noi. Daca Cristos a petrecut o noapte dureroasa in rugaciune, daca a izbucnit, pe cruce:"Doamne, Dumnezeul meu, de ce m-ai parasit?", atunci toti avem dreptul la indoiala.Dar trebuie sa mergem mai departe. A alege indoiala ca filozofie de viata e la fel cum ai alege imobilitatea ca mijloc de transport.

The grand march of progress apparently includes the unfortunate necessity of chopping down every obstacle in its way.

Meanwhile, the lot of widows and homeless children is very hard, and it is to their defence, not God's, that the self-righteous should rush.

There are many ways in which life's little candle can be snuffed out. A cold wind pursues us all.