Quotes About Struggle

A vida é a arte do encontro, embora haja tanto desencontro pela vida.

If you have writer's block, dig into it. You are resisting something. Something is getting in the way of your creative work. Resistance always means something.

I can work myself up into a fearful, paralyzing state of mind that can last for days, weeks even months where I feel mad, totally isolated and alone, overwhelmed and completely out of control.

At some point, you can't lift this boulder with just your own strength. And if you find that you need to move bigger and bigger boulders up hills, you will need more and more help.

Jill was young and untried, but she knew the fundamental truth about women—that love can torment them even as it gives them the moon and the stars to play with.

Her eyes were misting over, her heart was talking on her lips. To need everything when everything is finished. She no longer knew whether she was sad or whether it was hunger. To live like that, head bent forward, chin resting down near her breasts, without muscles, without sinews, without vertebrae. She smiled a martyr's smile for her own benefit: for her wretchedness was also a tenderness, and resignation is not the same as oblivion.

Mon cas n'est pas unique : j'ai peur de mourir et je suis navrée d'être au monde. Je n'ai pas travaillé, je n'ai pas étudié. J'ai pleuré, j'ai crié. Les larmes et les cris m'ont pris beaucoup de temps.

Harsh necessity, and the newness of my kingdom, force me to do such things and to guard my frontiers everywhere.

Thrice they tried to pile Ossa on Pelion, yes, and roll up leafy Olympus upon Ossa; thrice the Father of Heaven split the mountains apart with his thunderbolt.

It is easy to go down into Hell; night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air—there's the rub, the task.

So vast was the struggle to found the Roman state.

There is but one safety to the vanquished—to hope not safety.

This last labor grant me, O Arethusa.

Our foes will provide us with arms.

Oh you who are born of the blood of the gods, Trojan son of Anchises. Easy is the descent to hell the door of dark Dis stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps and come out to the air above, that is work; that is labor.

Fléctere si néqueo súperos Acheronta movebo - If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.

The descent into Hell is easy

If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.

Each of us bears his own Hell.

Facilis descensus Averno: Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis; Sed revocare gradium superasque evadere ad auras, Hoc opus, hic labor est. (The gates of Hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way: But to return, and view the cheerful skies, In this task and mighty labor lies.)

It is easy to go down into Hell...; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air---there's the rub...

One likes people much better when they're battered down by a prodigious siege of misfortune than when they triumph.

I must speak to the dark.

S/M is about emotion, the erotic tension between my impulse toward something and my resistance against it.