Quotes About Struggle

Work saves us from three great evils: boredom, vice and need.

Injustice in the end produces independence.

To hold a pen is to be at war.

[Optimism] is a mania for saying things are well when one is in hell.

Work keeps us from three great evils, boredom, vice, and poverty.

Our wretched species is so made that those who walk on the well-trodden path always throw stones at those who are showing a new road.

Indeed, history is nothing more than a tableau of crimes and misfortunes.

This poem will never reach its destination.

We are bound first to imform ourselves concerning so great a matter as the revolt of millions of people- what they are struggling for, what they are struggling against, and how the struggle stands- from day to day...as best you can; and second, to spread this knowledge among others, and endeavor to do what little you can to awaken the consciousness and sympathy of others.

Those who wear out in faith and energy, and take to easy chairs and soft living;

All is changed, changed utterly A terrible beauty is born

To keep happy seems like walking on stilts. When one is tired, one falls off.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre, The falcone cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world...

I knew, though, that life was never that easy, that instead of doors being opened for you, to get anywhere, you had to jump over fences.

I've got a voice of a dead man in my head who is trying to take over my body!

Forget it, Jake. It's Shantytown.

Grandma laughed dryly. "I think we old people sometimes forget that childhood isn't all fun and games. You're coping with a lot of things right now. But hurting other people because inside you're hurting yourself is no solution to anything. I don't think you are a bad person at heart, Grant. But if you feel that impulse again you can't act on it. It doesn't matter how righteous you are if you let yourself do awful things.

I'd had two fights in the past couple of hours; won one, lost one (to a bird)

My stomach was pretending to be a dog, growling at me from within. If it were a dog I would snarl back—I was doing the best I could!

Vì th?t b?i không ph?i là m?t l?a ch?n n?u thành công là v?n ?? c?a n? l?c. - Jakob ??n Maya -

Kermit, the voice in my head wants me to take you out in the woods and eat your liver,

Now don't say you can't swear off drinking; it's easy, I've done it a thousand times.

When we have lost everything, including hope, life becomes a disgrace, and death a duty.

Sometimes we have undesirable habits and we want to correct them. And there are times when we are strongly tempted to do wrong. Then, like an insect caught in a spider's web, we struggle to get free. Our conscious will is in conflict with our imagination and the will of our subconscious mind. The more we struggle, the more we become entrapped.