Quotes About Struggle

Bisognerebbe chiarire una volta per tutte perché "un momento brutto" può andare avanti per mesi, mentre un momento di grazia dura sempre e soltanto un momento.

The good guys fight for freedom, justice and most words that don't put food on the table. The bad fight to scrub those words from our speech. Only problem is, both sides claim to be good.

I was totally absorbed in the real world, the politics, the history, the news, and I just couldn't find my way into the fictional world... When I finally could return to writing the novel, it was in fits and starts.

To deny that there was this dark side of life would be like pretending that the cold of winter was somehow only a temporary illusion, a way station on the way to the higher "reality" of long, warm, pleasant summers. But summer, it turned out, was no more real than the snow that melted in wintertime.

The strange thing was, he wanted to like everyone. He just couldn't find a way to do it.

Losing is like knowing that, in the movie scene where a thousand die but the hero lives, you're one of the obliterated.

These talks with the "Other" [No. 2 personality] were my profoundest experiences: on the one hand a bloody struggle, on the other supreme ecstasy.

The curse of the law" is not the curse of having to live within the framework of Torah for the Torah itself is good. Nor is it the curse of being required to obey the Torah but lacking the power to do so

Bob] Dylan said, "I don't have to B.S. anybody like those guys up on Broadway that're always writin' about 'I'm hot for you and you're hot for me--ooka dooka dicka dee.' There's other things in the world besides love and sex that're important too. People shouldn't turn their backs on 'em just because they ain't pretty to look at. How is the world ever gonna get any better if we're afraid to look at these things.

true wisdom ... is the product of hard-won, often bitter experience.

One percent of the population ruled—and they were all grafters—while the other ninety-nine percent live under the worst kind of feudalism.

If she was making the right and courageous decisions, he thought, she was nonetheless unhappy and somewhat resentful about doing it

Capital takes away the autonomy of our time and makes it impossible for large segments of the population to leave the realm of necessity behind. In fact, the largest segment of the population is struggling hard to get access to basic necessities, which means that they have a very restricted capacity and time for freedom of expression.

the following collective result. in which surplus capital and surplus labor exist side by side and there seems to be absolutely no way to put them together to do useful things.

Volcker, Reagan, Thatcher, and Deng Xaioping all took minority arguments that had long been in circulation and made them majoritarian (though in no case without a protracted struggle).

My parents are in many ways embodiments of the American Dream. They came to this country with basically nothing but the clothes on their backs, and after twenty years of hard work, sweat, and sacrifice, they were getting divorced, totally broke, and deep in therapy.

Lincoln could not help making a painful comparison of their careers: "With me, the race of ambition has been a failure—a flat failure;

Do not allow to slip away from you freedoms the people who came before you won with such hard knocks.

The only history is a mere question of one's struggle inside oneself. But that is the joy of it. One need neither discover Americas nor conquer nations, and yet one has as great a work as Columbus or Alexander, to do.

There is an argument for believing that the entire process of writing a piece of fiction is simply a thinly-controlled and highly-internalised nervous breakdown designed, with a bit of luck, to produce something worthwhile at the end.

His dad, dying in the hospital, had said something about pain. It stuck to you like flour. You thought you could wash it all away, out of your clothes, out of your hair. But some stray grain always persisted, slyly avoiding your well-meant attentions and the drugs the doctors had. Life was like that. The only thing to do, he said, was your best.

His fevered thoughts burrowed through the fog clouding his brain, taking him back to another time and another place, where, as a member of an elite SAS unit and despite a nasty combat wound, he had been forced into a gruelling retreat through

America can win a war against any external foe. Consequently, it is the war at home that will ultimately decide America's fate

Never literary attempt was more unfortunate than my Treatise of Human Nature. It fell deadborn from the press.