Quotes About Struggle

Revolution is bloody, yet better still than living in a land of lies.

The evilness of doubt crept ever so closer to my heart.

The further the leap forward, the greater and more abundant the sacrifices.

The hardest thing was to let Them and The Philosophy go from my complete control.

The insecurity of my insecurities is driving me round the bend.

There may be open doors before me, but I'm always drawn to the one that's locked.

To become nothing is much more difficult than to become something.

To not do this without conscious effort would be very hard I imagine.

To stay atop of these such feats is one brave and endless yet rewardless task indeed.

True and lasting happiness can never be achieved in this world far human nature and the very nature of this life do not allow if so.

Try not to let your dreams consume you; I did and it's a dark path.

Try to destroy evil and you may find yourself become the very evil you first set out to destroy.

Trying not to lose myself within this mission was and is and always will be the most difficult of balances.

We dance the dance of death with our hands tied behind our backs.

We fight our whole lives to build and watch how easy it is for such constructions to fall.

Your pain defines you. Furthermore, those who are cushioned from pain are further from their truth than any other soul.

Tough girl I'm almost single, my husband's on death row.

Maybe I write because I've learned to show certain parts of my heart on the page that I still struggle to capture in speech.

When one wants to be famous, one has to dive gracefully into rivers of the blood of cannon-blasted bodies.

Love of justice is for most men only the courage to suffer injustice.

Eh bien, soit! Que ma guerre contre l'homme s'éternise, puisque chacun reconnait dans l'autre sa propre dégradation... puisque les deux sont ennemis mortels. Que je doive remporter une victoire désastreuse ou succomber, le combat sera beau: moi, seul, contre l'humanité.

My poetry will consist only in the attack by all means in my power upon Man, that wild beast, and the Creator, who should never have created such vermin. Volumes shall pile upon volumes until the end of my life, but only that one idea will be found therein . . . that one thought ever present in my consciousness!

Melancholia i smutek s? ju? pocz?tkiem zw?tpienia; zw?tpienie jest pocz?tkiem rozpaczy; rozpacz jest okrutnym pocz?tkiem szeregu stopni prowadz?cych ku z?u.

Hélas! qu'est-ce donc que le bien et le mal! Est-ce une même chose par laquelle nous témoignons avec rage nôtre impuissance, et la passion d'atteindre à l'infini par les moyens même les plus insensés?