Quotes About Struggle

We Russians are slaves because we are unable to free ourselves and become citizens rather than subjects.' Alexander Herzen, (1812–1870)

Méfie-toi, Artémitch, du confort bureaucratique, C'est de la vase; on s'y noie.

J'ai eu ensuite une crise de doute, à quoi étais-je bonne se je ne pouvais pas écarter les balles autour de toi...

We have conquered everything, and everything has slipped out of our grasp.

Why survive if it is not for those who do not?

Suicide is often an act of vitality, and even — if it is not the result of neurosis — the act of a person who is powerfully attached to life.

SAP with its sharp fangs was biting everyone in the behind, for our good, we are told

When you have to get into the character each morning, give it your voice, your face, it was torture.

pues son las situaciones adversas las que ponen a prueba el significado de la felicidad y la capacidad del individuo para encajarlas en su propia vida.

Blame has no face. I have walked on its staircase, around and around, trying to slap its face but only hitting my own cheeks.

She switched places with her shadow because suffering changes shape and happens secretly.

Depression is a glove over the heart. Depression is an image of a glove over the image of a heart.

It is frightening to feel that all your happiness is bound up to another person. That without them you don't - you don't particularly want to live'.

It does not matter how sternly you tell yourself that the crippling paranoia of the small hours of the night is due solely to body chemistry. You still feel absolutely miserable.

The search for identity in one's youth is a journey of alternate boredom and agony interrupted by flash of joy.

Life is a merciless bully for children born into circumstances of grinding poverty, to unhappy families broken apart by crime, drugs, alcohol. It brutalises the affections, cramps the intellect, destroys aspiration.

Sometimes the world around you makes you do things you would never do out of the circumstances.

If the system were designed to protect adoptees, why do so many have to fight for their rights?

Our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.

Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty.

There is a beauty in the world, though it's harsher than we expect it to be.

The human rainbow had been mutilated by machismo, racism, militarism and a lot of other isms, who have been terribly killing our greatness, our possible greatness, our possible beauty.

The human condition is imperfection. And that's how it's supposed to be.

I do not believe in the beauty of falling.