Quotes About Struggle

So you must fight hard to express it. 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.

We fight and fight and fight. We fight no matter 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 something constitutional, an inability to let go. It may be nothing more than life-hungry stupidity.

Isn't it ironic, Richard Parker? We're in hell yet still we're afraid of immortality.

Cuesta creer que existe el amor, si no pregúnteselo a cualquier amante. Cuesta creer que existe la vida, si no pregúnteselo a cualquier científico. Cuesta creer que existe Dios, si no pregúnteselo a cualquier creyente. ¿Qué problema tienen con lo que cuesta creer?

Things floated in the water but none that brought me hope. I could see no other lifeboats.

A part of me did not want Richard Parker to die at all, because if he died I would be left alone with despair, a foe even more formidable than a tiger.

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

For fear, real fear, such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it. So you must fight hard to express it. 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

So you must fight hard to express it. 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.

attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.

When I go to the clinic next and sit with a tube in my arm and watch the poison go in, I'm in an attitude of abject passivity. It doesn't feel like fighting at all it just feels like submitting.

In the grip of a neurological disorder, I am fast losing control of words even as my relationship with the world has been reduced to them.

It's the professional deformation of many writers, and has ruined not a few. (I remember Kingsley Amis, himself no slouch, saying that he could tell on what page of the novel Paul Scott had reached for the bottle and thrown caution to the winds.)

No one grows up and wants to be a cop killer. It was against everything Ive ever was. As a young police explorer I found my calling in life. But, As a young police officer I found that the violent suspects on the street are not the only people you have to watch.

Drugs are merely the most obvious form of addiction in our society. Drug addiction is one of the things that undermines traditional values.

The issues that give rise to strident professions of faith on both sides of the ideological divide seem to have little bearing on the problems most people face in everyday life. Politics has become a matter of ideological gestures while the real problems remain unsolved.

The poor have always had to live for the present, but now a desperate concern for personal survival, sometimes disguised as hedonism, engulfs the middle class as well.

O ''crescimento'' tornou-se um eufemismo para a sobrevivência.

Be not too hard For life is short and nothing is given to man. Be not to hard When he is sold and bought And must manage as best he can. Be not to hard For soon he dies Often no wiser than he began. Be not too hard For life Is short And nothing is given to man.

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,And burned is Apollo's laurel bough,That sometime grew within this learned man.

What nourishes me, destroys me

What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?

Quod Me Nutrit Me Destruit.

Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up, it knows it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest gazelle, or it will starve. It doesn't matter whether you're the lion or a gazelle-when the sun comes up, you'd better be running.