Quotes About Struggle

The arrogance to insist on her own unhappiness, her own loneliness, had always been in her, but only now did it venture to emerge; it blossomed, ran wild, smothered her. She was unredeemable and nobody should have the effrontery to redeem her…

Das Beste ist, müde zu sein und am Abend hinzufallen. Das Beste ist, am Morgen, mit dem ersten Licht, hell zu werden, gegen den unverrückbaren Himmel zu stehen, der ungangbaren Wasser nicht zu achten und das Schiff über die Wellen zu heben, auf das immerwiederkehrende Sonnenufer zu.

Hello! It could only have been Andre, but she replaced the receiver instantly, reaching for the tiny, crumpled scrap of paper and tucking it under her pillow as she dozed off again, struck by another dream at the edge of sleep, and clutching her head and her heart because she didn't know where all the blood was coming from. Nonetheless she kept repeating: It's nothing, it's nothing, nothing else can happen to me now. Something might happen to me, but nothing has to happen.

A quien nunca se quedó sin palabras, y yo os lo digo, quien sólo sabe ayudarse a sí mismo, con las palabras, a éste no se le puede ayudar. Ni por el camino corto ni por el largo. Hacer sostenible una única frase, aguantar el dig-dong de las palabras. Nadie escriba esta frase que no la firma.

As it was all was lost. He was alive, yes, he was alive, he felt this for the first time. But he knew now that he was living in a prison, that he had to make the best of it in there and would soon rage and would have to speak this thieves' cant, the only language at his disposal, in order not to be so abandoned.

We have to work hard with the bad language that we have inherited to arrive at that language which has never yet ruled, but which rules our intuition, and which we imitate.

Denn heute ist ein Wort, das nur Selbstmörder verwenden dürften [...]

I am writing with my burnt hand about the nature of fire.

YaÅŸayacak bir niçin'i bulunan, hemen her nas?la dayanabilir.

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering. ~ Ernest Hemingway

The way my heart hurt with hope for them as I watched them struggle with every step forward.

And I wonder how we could possibly have ended up in this place. Why I didn't see the warning signs far enough in advance to prevent this from happening. I try to hold back the sob swooping up from deep inside me like a tsunami from the ocean floor. But I can't, and I bend forward, crying for my failures as a mother

My life is a train and it has derailed." ? Amelia Mysko

Life is hard. But life is beautiful. And it will always, always be worth the struggle.

Some people definitely have harder things happen to them, things that don't seem fair. But maybe it's about how we choose to respond to those things. To keep fighting. Or not.

And what if this place I'm running to has become every bit as random and merciless as the city I just left? The place where I've spent the past twenty years of my life working toward something I truly thought I would eventually reach, only to realize I had been there all along. And never recognized it. Never valued it.

Life is simple, it's just not easy.

When life seems hard, the courageous do not lie down and accept defeat; instead, they are all the more determined to struggle for a better future. ~ Queen Elizabeth II

The Seventh Seal is one of the few films really close to my heart. Actually, I don't know why. It's certainly far from perfect. I had to contend with all sorts of madness, and one can detect here and there the speed with which it was made. But I find it even, strong, and vital.

If you have a faith, if you've some deep conviction, whether you're a Nazi or a Communist or what the hell else you are then you can sacrifice yourself and others to your faith. But from the moment you've no faith from that moment you live in a deep inner confusion from then on you're exposed to what Strindberg calls 'the powers'.

When Jesus was nailed to the cross and hung there in torment - he cried out "God, my God! Why hast thou forsaken me?" He cried out as loud as he could. He thought that his heavenly father had abandoned him. He believed everything he'd ever preached was a lie. The moments before he died, Christ was seized by doubt. Surely that must have been his greatest hardship? God's silence.

I usually take a walk after breakfast, write for three hours, have lunch and read in the afternoon. Demons don't like fresh air - they prefer it if you stay in bed with cold feet; for a person who is as chaotic as me, who struggles to be in control, it is an absolute necessity to follow these rules and routines. If I let myself go, nothing will get done.

I'm planning, you see, to try to confine myself to the truth. That's hard for an old, inveterate fantasy martyr and liar who has never hesitated to give truth the form he felt the occasion demanded.

I have always had the ability to attach my demons to my chariot. And they have been forced to make themselves useful.