Quotes About Struggle

In all governments, there is a perpetual intestine struggle, open or secret, between authority and liberty; and neither of them can ever absolutely prevail in the contest.

King remarked, thinking back to Montgomery four years earlier. "If there is one lesson experience has taught us … it is that when you have found by the help of God a correct course, a morally sound objective, you do not equivocate, you do not retreat—you struggle to win a victory.

I think I received a new understanding of the meaning of suffering," he wrote Harold DeWolf, "and I came away more convinced than ever before that unearned suffering is redemptive." The imprisonment had not been pleasant, but he did feel that his faith had benefited from the experience.20

King told the student leaders not to forget that the struggle was justice versus injustice, not black versus white, and reminded them always to be open to compromise with local whites.

The lesson taught by the war was clear: to be human is to be small, powerless, and subject to the forces of randomness.

The truth is I'm in a place without a bright side or a one best thing. I'm in a place where, honest to God, you feel you can kill your friends just by asking the names of stars.

We can find ourselves in the middle of God's perfect will and in the middle of a perfect storm at the same time!

Oh my lord," Smiley exclaims. "We've got to roll her off of Billy before he smothers to death.

The monsters in My head always knew That I would Lose you in The end

It's funny how it only takes one person taking the time to show you they care for all that bad shit to not seem so bad for a moment. It's not like the demons go anywhere. What haunts you is still right there when you go back under, but that one gesture from one person can bring you to the surface for a second or two. And for a very long time, all I'd really needed was to come up for air.

Light never shined on a man like me and that was certain. In a lot of ways, that made men like Daddy the lucky ones to have only ever known the darkness. Knowing only darkness, a man doesn't have to get his heart broken in search of the light. I envied him for that.

Dwayne understood that his brother was not meant for this place, that some people were born too soft to bear the teeth of this world. There was no place for weakness in a world like this. Survival was so often a matter of meanness.

I wasn't old enough to remember the day Daddy sent her there. The way he told it, she was stealing crank and spent most of her time climbing around the peter tree. So he sent her to this place. Loved her too much to give her nothing, but giving her anything at all squared things so he'd never have to love her again.

It had never been that addicts don't care whether they lived or died, it was that the feeling you were chasing rested right against the brink and sometimes you just fell over.

Being poor is a full-time job, it really is.

Wo rkers at the edge of poverty are essential to America's prosperity, but their well-being is not treated as an integral part of the whole. Instead, the forgotten wage a daily struggle to keep themselves from falling over the cliff. It is time to be ashamed.

On their way to jail, to deportation from the country, or to expulsion from school, those who confront the muscle of the state frequently see their rights bruised, their liberties wounded. This book is about some of those people. Therefore, it is about all of us.

The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear?

This kind of work, particularly in the early stages of a difficult cryptanalysis, is perhaps the most excruciating, exasperating, agonizing mental process known to man.

Even if it's dangerous, and painful, and so very, very lonely. One must go on fighting- It is the only honorable thing to do

Shed stallion stands in surf gazing out to sea. So large. So noble. Once so powerful. Now completely defeated and alone.

My faith, inasmuch as I have any, is more like a kind of Joseph Campbell thing, and even that frequently finds itself tested to oblivion in siren waters.

Isn't that just like a human? Even in the face of overwhelming evidence, and the experience of the billions who came before us, it's still hard to get our heads around the idea that we are going to die.

I tell yeh, Bright-eyes. Men and women? A bloody mess. Every time.