Quotes About Struggle

Als er overal wordt gelogen, als je eigen ervaring zo tegengesteld is aan de officiële waarheid en op die manier van je wordt afgepakt, moet je wel verstommen.

A gente sai para dar uma caminhada e o mundo se abre. E antes que a gente tenha conseguido esticar bem as pernas, mais uma vez ele se fecha. Daqui até ali é só um liga-e-desliga de uma lanterna, e chamam isso de vida. Nem vale a pena calçar os sapatos.

Dos campos a aldeia parece um amontoado de casas entre as colinas, cuja planta só pode ser reconhecida através das cores. Tudo parece próximo, e quando nos aproximamos não chegamos lá. Eu nunca entendi essas distâncias. Eu sempre estava atrás dos caminhos, tudo corria à minha frente. Eu só tinha a poeira na face. E em lugar nenhum havia um fim.

Half-starved humans are really neither masculine nor feminine but genderless, like objects.

Tereza's death hurt me so much, it was as if I had two heads smashing into each other. One was full of mown love, the other of hate. I wanted the love to grow back. It grew like grass and straw, all mixed up together, and turned into an icy affirmation on my brow. That was my damn stupid plant.

Enxuguei os olhos com as pontas do cachecol enquanto caminhava, repetidas vezes e à pressa, para passar despercebido. Na verdade, ninguém estava a olhar para mim, eu queria era passar despercebido a mim próprio. Eu sabia, bem de mais, que existe uma lei interna segundo a qual não se deve nunca começar a chorar, quando se tem demasiados motivos para o fazer.

E assim como eles, também os semimortos de fome não são de facto nem masculinos nem femininos, mas objectivamente neutros como objectos, talvez comuns-de-dois.

The summer is cruel to its leaves, the fall to its colors, the winter to us.

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.

The Romanian farmers eat and drink too much because they have too little, said Liviu, and they talk too little because they know too much. And they don't trust strangers don't have any gold teeth. Strangers here are very much alone, said Liviu.

Badness you can get easily, in quantity: the road is smooth, and it lies close by. But in front of excellence the immortal gods have put sweat, and long and steep is the way to it, and rough at first. But when you come to the top, then it is easy, even though it is hard.

Acquisition means life to miserable mortals.

Before the gates of excellence the high gods have placed sweat long is the road thereto and rough and steep at first but when the heights are reached, then there is ease, though grievously hard in the winning.

Even though it's hard, it's easy.

For here now is the age of iron. Never by daytime will there be an end to hard work and pain, nor in the night to weariness, when the gods will send anxieties to trouble us.

I mean you well, Perses, you great idiot, and I will tell you. Look, badness is easy to have, you can take it by handfuls without effort. The road that way is smooth and starts here beside you. But between us and virtue the immortals have put what will make us sweat. The road to virtue is long and goes steep up hill, hard climbing at first, but the last of it, when you get to the summit (if you get there) is easy going after the hard part.

Badness can be got easily and in shoals; the road to her is smooth, and she lives very near us. But between us and Goodness the gods have placed the sweat of our brows;

Fate stalks us with depressing monotony from womb to tomb, and, when we are least expecting it, deals us a series of crushing blows from behind.

I followed him as closely as a three-legged racer toward the bar.

Hell is paved with great granite blocks hewn from the hearts of those who said, I can do no other.

The most prolific period of pessimism comes at twenty-one or thereabouts, when the first attempt is made to translate dreams into reality.

Instead of a man of peace and love, I have become a man of violence and revenge.

God knows I'm not perfect, either. I've made tons of stupid mistakes, and later I regretted them. And I've done it over and over again, thousands of times; a cycle of hollow joy and vicious self-hatred. But even so, every time I learned something about myself -Misato Katsuragi

What's wrong with running away from reality if it sucks?!