Quotes About Struggle

it made her angry, and since she could do nothing with her anger, it made her sad.

We have to remember this," Parvana said. "When things get better and we grow up, we have to remember that there was a day when we were kids when we stood in a graveyard and dug up bones to sell so that our families could eat.

Afghans love beautiful things, but we have seen so much ugliness, we sometimes forget how wonderful a thing like a flower is

We have to remember this," Parvana said. "When things get better and we grow up, we have to remember that there was a day when we were kids when we stood in a graveyard and dug up bones to sell so that our families could eat. Will anyone believe us? No. But we will know it happens

They were going to turn her into a boy.

You must value something highly to go to war to improve it

Tricky. The usual parenting approaches simply don't work for us. Every decision about our child involves just a little more consideration, stress, and anxiety than what other parents might experience. It's no cakewalk

I stood there, my head bowed, my shoulders hunched. This is how it feels to be dragged from the cement shoes of a comfortable rut. The slow, steady strain on my legs became an excruciating amputation. My ankles pulled free from my feet. Bones snapped, cartilage tore, veins pulsed blood onto the soft brown clay of the yard.

É engraçado como os nossos desejos desaparecem quando são demasiado fáceis de alcançar.

We were taught not to offer or invite aid, because, like it or not, helping is a messy, confused proposition; sometimes you get it right and sometimes you get it wrong, and sometimes you have no choice but to trust that the man holding your tire iron, cussing at your old lug nuts, is a deeply kind human after all.

I recognized that I was small and soft; I wanted to believe in people - that they were kind and good, and given the chance, everything would turn out okay - but bad things do happen, and sometimes the best you can do is swim through them, focus, and years later say, Ya, I know that feeling, when some smart ass asks whether you've ever been so scared you wanted to pee your pants.

I went to Guatemala to help build a school but left wondering what help would really look like... I hadn't prepared myself for how humbled I'd feel, or how hard it would be to find my footing when witnessing a cycle of poverty that seemed to defy any sort of help.

Maybe is wasn't love so much as a fear of losing everything I'd accomplished. I was afraid to let go.

I wanted to say a lot but wasn't sure where to start; people don't want to hear about how your heart has melted into the dirt under your house.

You were kidnapped not? I was kidnapped. You were forced not into marriage? I was forced into marriage. You want not an annulment? I want not an annulment.

Time is the fire in which we burn.

Life unaffected by the blows of Fortune is a dead sea

El pueblo, eterno esclavo de los tiranos que lo oprimen, de los bribones que lo engañan y de los bufones que lo divierten.

Niczego równie trudno nie przebacza siÄ™ komuÅ›, co jego zalet.

Tell me how it is that whoever wrote out the great scroll could have decreed that such would be the reward of a noble act? Why should I, who am merely a miserable compound of faults, take your defence while He calmly watched you being attacked, knocked down, manhandled and trampled underfoot, He who is supposed to be the embodiment of all perfection?

Quella perdita della libertà nello spazio fisico, aveva trovato il modo di compensarla, sostituendovi spazi di pensiero nuovi. Ciascuno se la cava come può, ammesso che ci riesca.

There's so much goop inside of us, man, he said, and it all just wants to get out.

Once upon a time there was a war...and a young American who thought of himself as the Quiet American and the Ugly American, and who wished to be neither, who wanted instead to be the Wise American, or the Good American, but who eventually came to witness himself as the Real American and finally as simply the Fucking American. That's me.

He was completely and openly a mess. Meanwhile the rest of us go on trying to fool each other.