Quotes About Struggle

Once again, as it has with irregular regularity throughout my waking life, that sickening sense of language buried deep within comes coursing through arms, legs, chest, throat. If only I could make it reach the brain, the conversation with myself might perhaps begin.

No, what mattered here was that Alice had spent a lifetime struggling to become a conscious human being whose primary delight was the use of her own mind; and now she was locked up in an atmosphere constructed to ignore—nay, discard—that long, valiant effort, when the only thing owed a human being—yes, from first to last—was to have it honored.

As Anton Chekhov so memorably put it, 'Others made me a slave but I must squeeze the slave out of me drop by drop.

i could not but be moved -- by the great and the humble alike -- to pity and admiration for those who demonstrated repeatedly that to ' be and do' is not a given.

It is fortification from the inside out that is wanted—the kind accomplished only by those prepared to do batter for a piece of emotional ground that must be taken again and again before it is actually secured.

Así que estaban los Kerner, llenos de odio, entrelazados en secreto por el espasmo sexual, y estaban mis padres, que se llamaba el uno al otro pero cuyo lecho campaba castamente en campo abierto. Abajo la casa un desastre, el marido estaba exiliado en el salón, a las posar una soñadora medio lunática; arriba todo estaba como una patena el marido en el centro de todo y la esposa, vehemente y obstinada.

The life we lead as writers is awful—it's boring, tedious, lonely," -Vivian Gornick

Once upon a time, in the days before Social Security or insurance companies, there lived a miller and his daughter, Della, who were fairly well-off and reasonably happy until the day their mill burned down.

Don't," she begged, knowing that surely she was trying his patience, that his kindness would stretch just so far, that if he were truly kind he could never have survived as a vampire.

You know the passage where Scarlett voices her happiness that her mother is dead, so that she can't see what a bad girl Scarlett has become? Well, that's me.

Most of us have compromised with life. Those who fight for what they want will always thrill us.

tereddüt içinde bocalamak ve ebedi bir aray?? içinde olmaktansa, sa?lam bir dala tutunmay? tercih etmi?lerdi. Sadece cahil halk de?il, okumu? ve bilgili ki?iler de ula??labilen bir yalan?, ula??lamaz bir gerçe?e ye? tutuyorlard?.

The Capitalists will sell us the rope with which we will hang them.

America, like a few other nations, has become characteristic for the depth of the abyss that divide a handful of brutal millionaires who are stagnating in a mire of luxury, and millions of laboring starving men and women who are always staring want in the face.

The way to crush the bourgeoisie is to grind them between the millstones of taxation and inflation.

The roots of modern religion are deeply embedded in the social oppression of the working masses.

Okay, when you start to fight for equality, like Anand did in 1995, you could end up losing game 10, like he did, without putting up any kind of fight.

Despair is typical of those who do not understand the causes of evil, see no way out, and are incapable of struggle. The modern industrial proletariat does not belong to the category of such classes.

The government is tottering. We must deal it the death blow an any cost. To delay action is the same as death.

No amount of political freedom will satisfy the hungry masses.

The history of all countries shows that the working class exclusively by its own effort is able to develop only trade-union consciousness.

Literature must become party literature. Down with unpartisan litterateurs! Down with the superman of literature! Literature must become a part of the general cause of the proletariat.

Despair is typical of those who do not understand the causes of evil, see no way out, and are incapable of struggle.

The intellectual forces of the workers and peasants are growing and getting stronger in their fight to overthrow the bourgeoisie and their accomplices, the educated classes, the lackeys of capital, who consider themselves the brains of the nation. In fact they are not its brains but its shit.