Quotes About Struggle

Out of wood so crooked and perverse as that which man is made of, nothing absolutely straight can ever be wrought.

Man desired concord; but nature knows better what is good for his species; she desires discord. Man wants to live easy and content; but nature compels him to leave ease... and throw himself into roils and labors.

People resist exploitation. They resist as actively as they can, as passively as they must.

Certain folks start playing Sindh Card despite having ravaged the life of the common Sindhi.

Een overlevingsstrategie die de morele grondvesten ondermijnt zou ik niet 'overleven' noemen maar 'zelfvernietiging', de aanvaarding van destructieve krachten.

Onze tijd is niet gunstig voor het behoud van het individu.

Mais n'exagérons rien, puisque c'est là le problème: je suis ici et je sais bien que j'accepte tous les arguments, au prix de pouvoir vivre

Man, when reduced to nothing, or in other words a survivor, is not tragic but comic, because he has no fate.

Writers sometimes cast themselves into the most profound depths of despair in order to master it and move on. A person's true means of expression is his life. Living the shame of life and maintaining silence, that was the greatest accomplishment of all.

Srce mi je teško poput kamenih blokova stepenica.

I would like to live a little bit longer in this beautiful concentration camp.

Let me see no more of my harsh fate: this useless struggle.

S e sok próbára mégis az hiszed, Hogy új küzdésed nem lesz hasztalan? S célt érsz? Valóban e megtörhetetlen Gyermekkedély csak emberé lehet.

Érzem, mi hitvány a föld, hogy magas Lelkem lezárja, s vágyom el köréb?l; De visszasírok, fáj, hogy elszakadtam.

Train movement through lockdown has been suspended only to further harass and oppress the poor population.

All my games were political games I was, like Joan of Arc, perpetually being burned at the stake.

All things pass, but the poor remain. We are the people of the Apokalis. Tomorrow there will be more of us.

O lord how sweet it is, how tempting, is life.

Zafar's lot never write what they really feel which is FUCK YOU WICKED CUNTS I HOPE YOU DIE PAINFULLY FOR THE HORRIBLE THINGS YOU DID TO US AND THE ARROGANT FUCKING CRUELTY YOU'VE DISPLAYED EVER SINCE. They write high-sounding shit like JUSTICE FOR KHAUFPUR and KAMPANI MEET YOUR LIABILITIES

She thought she could see the lines on his forehead even in this darkness, she thought she could hear his heart beat with this colossal pain that had descended upon them all. She did not pity herself, or them, or wonder what they had done to deserve all of this, or even think that perhaps they were all paying their dues for some sin they had committed in a previous life. This was life, such as it was, and it had to be borne, it had to be lived.

Poverty can make people self-centered

the simple task of getting dressed and undressed was a real strain, but nothing could compare with her addiction to deep sleep...

Kendi yasama ihanet etmeden bu tasalar? nas?l hakl? görebilirdim? GirdiÄŸiniz ç?kmazlar?n önemine nas?l inanabilirdim? Size gerçekten inand?kça, o güçsüz ve kendini beÄŸenmiÅŸ sözlerinizden, o miskin davran??lar?n?zdan, o budalaca kuÅŸkular?n?zdan daha fazla bir ÅŸey olduÄŸunuza tamamen inand?kça, size nas?l inanabilirdim?

No descuido la escritura, sino a mí misma. Los otros saben dios lo sabe qué hacer con las palabras. Yo no soy mi asistente. ¿Debo aprisionar un pensamiento llevarlo a la iluminada celda de una frase?