Quotes About Struggle

Se eu der o grito de alarme de estar viva, em mudez e dureza me arrastarão pois arrastam os que saem para fora do mundo possível, o ser excepcional é arrastado, o ser gritante.

E eu não aguento a resignação. Ah, como devoro com fome e prazer a revolta.

Because a world fully alive has the power of a Hell.

Ter nascido me estragou a saúde.

The impression is that I'm still to be born and I can't quite manage it. I'm a heart beating in the world.

I always wanted to reach a state of peace and non-struggle. I thought that was the ideal state. But it so happens that — that am I really me without my struggle? No, I don't know how to have peace.

I said to a friend: -- Like has always asked too much of me. She replied: -- But don't forget that you also ask too much of life.

Por isso a poesia dos poetas que sofreram é doce, terna. E a dos outros, dos que de nada foram privados, é ardente, sofredora e rebelde.

As for that morality of mine, the harsh glory of being alive is horror itself.

That power he had to deplete things before getting them, that stark premonition he had of "afterward" ...Before taking the first step toward action, he had already tasted the saturation and sorrow that follow victories...

Make no mistake, I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort.

And now I was starting to let it touch me. In truth I had fought all my life against the profound desire to let myself be touched—and I had fought because I couldn't allow myself the death of what I called my goodness; the death of human goodness. But now I no longer wanted to fight it. There had to be a goodness so other that it wouldn't resemble goodness. I no longer wanted to fight.

Quanto a mim, estou +- O.K. Não consegui no entanto soltar minhas rédeas. Planos, programas, consciência, vigilância. O que vale é que misturada a tudo isso, está a vida que não pára.

El lenguaje es mi esfuerzo humano.

Hope was my greatest sin. — Clarice Lispector, from "The Disasters of Sofia," The Complete Stories (New Directions, 2015)

Somos livres, e este é o inferno.

Pido humildemente permiso para existir, imploro humildemente una alegría, una acción de gracias, pido que me permitan vivir con menos sufrimiento, pido para no ser tan puesta a prueba por las experiencias ásperas, pido a hombres y mujeres que me consideren un ser humano digno de algún amor y algún respeto. Pido la bendición de la vida.

I struggle to conquer more deeply my freedom of sensations and thoughts without any utilitarian meaning: I am alone, I and my freedom.

Vengo de lejos, de una fuerte ancestralidad. Yo, que vengo del dolor de vivir. Y ya no lo quiero.

Siento que no puedo parar y me asusto. Procuro distraerme del miedo. Pero ya hace mucho que pararon los golpes reales, estoy sintiendo el incesante redoblar en mí.

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É QUE um mundo todo vivo tem a força de um Inferno.

Maybe I have merely undergone a great, slow disintegration. And my struggle against that disintegration is just that: is just trying to give it a form. A form gives contours to chaos, gives a construct to amorphous substance… the vision of an infinite flesh is a madman's vision, but if I cut that flesh into pieces and spread those pieces over days and famines… then it will no longer be perdition and madness: it will be humanized life again.

Saldré de esta oscuridad donde tengo miedo, oscuridad y éxtasis. Soy el corazón de las tinieblas.