Quotes About Struggle

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.

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 t is not really we who fail—we are ruined by forces beyond our control.

This, she told herself, was the beginning of madness. The mind becoming the flesh for its own teeth.

The principal enemy of these entrepreneurs is the existing legal s}'stem, which excludes them.

When life is so burdensome, death has become for man a sought-after refuge.

This is the bitterest pain among men, to have much knowledge but no power.

It was a kind of Cadmean victory.

The saddest aspect of life is that there is no one on earth whose happiness is such that he won't sometimes wish he were dead rather than alive.

The most hateful grief of all human griefs is this, to have knowledge of the truth but no power over the event.

To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished.

Once upon a time they had some bad luck, and they blame everything on that.

In this county, we had to walk, eat, sleep and love in fear.

All of that pile on you so that, sooner or later, you cannot bear it anymore. And in that situation I started to write, because there was no other ways for me to express, except through the vicious cycle of words.

I've always had just enough sense to spare others, but never enough to save myself from misfortune.

In the trinity of skin, bones, and brown water, men and women lose all difference.

I was all too aware that there's an unspoken law that you should never start to cry if you have too many reasons to do so. I told myself that my tears were due tot he cold, and I believed myself.

In der Fabrik hing oben am Giebel, der am höchsten in den Himmel und am tiefsten in den Hof schaute, eine Losung: Proletarier aller Länder vereinigt euch. Und unten auf dem Boden gingen Schuhe, die das Land nur in der Flucht verlassen durften.

Je sais, dit Adina, les hommes avaient des femmes, les femmes avaient des enfants, les enfants avaient faim.

Hunger is an object.

Todo lo que tengo lo llevo conmigo. O: todo lo mío lo llevo conmigo. He llevado todo lo que tenía. No era mío. Era o algo destinado a otras finalidades o de otra persona. […] Llevo un equipaje de silencio. Me he rodeado de un silencio tan hondo y duradero que nunca acierto a abrirme con las palabras. Cuando hablo, solamente me cierro de otra manera.

Irene mai avea o banuiala: ca-si tinea in cap dorul de-acasa mic, facut ghem,ca nu cumva sa-l recunoasca. Ca atunci cand aparea, il reprima.Si ca, pentru a-si sufoca simturile,aseza pe ele cladiri intregi din gandurile ei.

Everyone eats his words by himself although we're all eating together. There's no thought for the hunger of others, you can't hunger together. Cabbage soup was our main food, but it mainly took the meat from our bones and the sanity from our minds. The hunger angel ran around in hysterics. He lost all proportion, growing more in a single day than grass in an entire summer or snow in an entire winter.

They have good streets here, but everything's so spread out. I am not used to asphalt, it makes my feet hurt, and my brain. I get as tired here in a day as I do back home in a year. That's not home, other people live there now, I wrote to Mother. Home is where you are now... And Mother wrote back to me: How would you know where home is? The place where Toni the clockmaker tends the graves, that's home.

Se, nesta vida, me quisessem de novo deportar, uma coisa eu saberia: há coisas primeiras que já querem as segundas, mesmo contra o nosso querer. O que é que me compele a manter estas ligações. Porque quero eu, à noite, ter direito à minha miséria. Porque é que não consigo ser livre. Porque obrigo o campo de trabalho a obedecer-me. Saudades de casa. Como se eu precisasse.