Quotes About Struggle

MutluluÄŸun öznel duygulardan fazlas?n? talep eden nesnel bir durum olduÄŸu düÅŸüncesi etkin bir ÅŸekilde bulan?klaÅŸt?r?lm??t?r; bu düÅŸüncenin geçerliliÄŸi "insan" türünün samimi dayan??mas?na baÄŸl?d?r, ki bu dayan??may? kar??t s?n?flara ve uluslara bölünmüÅŸ bir toplum gösteremez.

The real universe of ordinary language is that of the struggle for existence. It is indeed an ambiguous, vague, obscure universe, and is certainly in need of clarification. Moreover, such clarification may well fulfill a therapeutic function, and if philosophy would become therapeutic, it would really come into its own.

The new sensibility has become, by this very token, praxis: it emerges in the struggle against violence and exploitation where this struggle is waged for essentially new ways and forms of life: negation of the entire Establishment, its morality, culture; affirmation of the right to build a society in which the abolition of poverty and toil terminates in a universe where the sensuous, the playful, the calm, and the beautiful become forms of existence and thereby the Form of the society itself.

Time is that which a man is always trying to kill, but which ends in killing him.

We have unmistakable proof that throughout all past time, there has been a ceaseless devouring of the weak by the strong.

This survival of the fittest which I have here sought to express in mechanical terms, is that which Mr. Darwin has called "natural selection, or the preservation of favored races in the struggle for life."

The trouble with opportunity is that it always comes disguised as hard work.

Child abuse casts a shadow the length of a lifetime.

But when I first got cancer, after the initial shock and the fear and paranoia and crying and all that goes with cancer - that word means to most people ultimate death - I decided to see what I could do to take that negative and use it in a positive way.

Im Kampf gegen den Terror zählt [...] die Freiheit des Einzelnen wenig.

The highest ideal for the Christian is not to make peace with the world, with science, with culture at any price, but to keep himself from the evil one.

Although every man believes that his decisions and resolutions involve the most multifarious factors, in reality they are mere oscillation between flight and longing.

Zo,' zeg ik, 'hier zitten we dan. We mogen niet ontevreden zijn. Vele mensen zitten hier niet. Ze sterven in oorlogen, verhongeren in martelkampen, creperen als vliegen, je weet wel. Nee, we moeten ons lot niet meteen vervloeken, wij.' 'Wat? Waarom zeg je dat?' 'Omdat het waar is. De waarheid heeft haar rechten, Inge.' 'Ik heb niet graag dat je zulke dingen zegt.' 'Toch zeg ik ze.

Niet dat ik per se wil sterven, maar het zou helpen om het leven draaglijker te maken.

Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity.

But me they'll lash in hammock, drop me deep.Fathoms down, fathoms down, how I'll dream fast asleep.I feel it stealing now. Sentry, are you there?Just ease these darbies [manacles] at the wrist,And roll me over fair!I am sleepy, and the oozy weeds about me twist.

The lightning flashes through my skull; mine eyeballs ache and ache; my whole beaten brain seems as beheaded, and rolling on some stunning ground.

to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.

For all men tragically great are made so through a certain morbidness.

She loved her mom and dad, but sometimes they were not very helpful.

Remember the good hours when the words are flowing well. And never mind the bad hours; there is no life without them.

Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.

After thousands of nights under those same stars, he woke up as many thousands of mornings under that same sun and trudged for as many thousands of days under the same sky, always feeling out of place.

Most of us prefer to believe we are the active subjects of our victories but only the passive objects of our defeats. We triumph, but it is not really we who fail—we are ruined by forces beyond our control.