Quotes About Struggle

Bir an hayat?m? yarg?lamaya kalkt?m. Kendi kendime 'güzel bir hayatt?' demek isterdim. Ama bir yarg?ya varam?yordu insan, bu bir taslakt?. Zaman?m? ölümsüzlük için uÄŸraÅŸmakla geçirmiÅŸim, bir ÅŸey anlamam???m. ...

convingerea c? nu exist? o "elit?" a destinului omenesc È™i c? omul "cu mâinile È™i cu buzunarele goale" este chemat s?-È™i f?ureasc? într-o lupt? permanent? cu forÈ›ele adverse È™i, uneori, cu el însuÈ™i, viaÈ›a, justificarea, meseria, bucuria È™i propria lui conÈ™tiin??.

les mauvaises herbes poussent, elles aussi; preuve qu'on peut devenir grand sans cesser d'être mauvais.

nimic nu e f?r? leac È™i, în str?funduri, totul r?mâne încremenit, zadarnicele agitaÈ›ii de la suprafa?? nu trebuie s? ne ascund? calmul mortuar care e soarta noastr?.

geniul nu este decât un împrumut: trebuie s?-l meriÈ›i prin mari suferinÈ›e, prin încerc?ri pe care s? le înduri cu modestie È™i fermitate; pân? la urm? sfârÈ™eÈ™ti prin a auzi voci È™i scrii dup? dictare.

Shall I have to go off again, leaving my research, my book and everything else unfinished? Shall I awake in a few months, in a few years, broken, deceived, in the midst of new ruins? I would like to see the truth clearly before it is too late.

Mourir n'est pas facile

I have crossed seas, left cities behind me, followed the course of rivers or plunged into forests, always making my way towards other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men; and never was I able to turn back, any more than a record can be reversed. And all that led me—where? At this very instant, on this bench, in this translucent bubble all humming with music. And when you leave me

Life is a panic in a theatre on fire. - Jean-Paul Sartre

Totul mi-a p?rut simplu: a scrie înseamn? s? sporeÈ™ti cu o perl? colierul Muzelor, s? laÈ™i posterit??ii amintirea unei vieÈ›i exemplare, s? aperi poporul contra lui însuÈ™i È™i contra duÈ™manilor lui, s? atragi oamenilor printr-o Slujb? solemn? binecuvântarea cerului. Nu-mi veni ideea c? se poate scrie pentru a fi citit.

Su niekuo ji nesutikdavo – buvo pernelyg išdidi, kad kovot? d?l pirmos vietos, ir per daug ambicinga, kad pasitenkint? antr?j?.

Tik?jimas, nors ir labai gilus, niekad nesti pilnutinis. J? reikia be paliovos kurstyti ar bent jau stengtis negriauti.

In my case, I chose writing in place of death, and because I lacked faith.

I'll endure anything, your red-hot tongs and molten lead, your racks and prongs and garrotes-- all your fiendish gadgets, everything that burns and flays and tears-- I'll put up with any torture you impose. Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.

Sa do të doja të përhumbesha, të harrohesha, të flija. Por, nuk mundem, më merret fryma: ekzistenca më depërton nga të gjitha anët, nga sytë nga hunda, nga goja… Dhe në një çast, në një çast të vetëm, perdja griset, kuptova, pashë.

Ya ben kendi geçmiÅŸimi nerede saklayaca??m? GeçmiÅŸ cebe konmaz ki. Bunu yerleÅŸtirecek bir evin olmas? gerekir. Benimse sadece bedenim var. Bedeniyle yaln?z olan bir insan, an?lar? durduramaz, üzerinden a??p gider onlar. Ac? çekmeliyim. Sadece özgür olmak istedim.

Non mi stupiva più, adesso, che alzasse il naso in aria con tanto impeto: il destino degli uomini di questa statura si svolge sempre qualche pollice al di sopra della loro testa.

And without formulating anything clearly, I understood that I had found the key to Existence, the key to my Nauseas, to my own life. In fact, all that I could grasp beyond that returns to this fundamental absurdity. Absurdity: another word; I struggle against words; down there I touched the thing. But I wanted to fix the absolute character of this absurdity here. A movement, an event in the tiny coloured world of men is only relatively absurd: by relation to the accompanying circumstances.

Man must create his own essence: it is in throwing himself into the world, suffering there, struggling there, that he gradually defines himself.

Descoperind c? sunt mic,n-am mai cunoscut decât o singur? lege:s? m? ca??r. Am devenit tr?d?tor ÅŸi am r?mas tr?d?tor.În zadar m? implic total în ceea ce fac,m? d?ruiesc f?r? preget muncii,maniei,prieteniei,peste o clip? am s? m? reneg,o ÅŸtiu,ÅŸi m? tr?dez de pe acum,în plin? pasiune voioas? a viitoarei mele tr?d?ri.

This joy was used up a long time ago. Will it be reborn today?

At the age of twenty, without experience or advice, my mother was torn between two moribund creatures. Her marriage of convenience found its truth in sickness and mourning... Upon the death of my father, Anne-Marie and I awoke from a common nightmare. I got better. But we were both victims of a misunderstanding: she returned lovingly to the child she had never left; I regained consciousness in the lap of a stranger.

Le génie n'est qu'un prêt: il faut le mériter par de grandes souffrances, par des épreuves modestement, fermement traversées; on finit par entendre des voix et l'on écrit sous la dictée.

La peur, c'était bon avant, quand nous gardions de l'espoir.