Quotes About Struggle

Crime, particularly among the poor and downtrodden, is often a last gesture of liberty.

With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood.

It has taken me years of struggle, hard work, and research to learn to make one simple gesture, and I know enough about the art of writing to realize that it would take as many years of concentrated effort to write one simple, beautiful sentence.

I see only the ideal. But no ideals have ever been fully successful on this earth.

Liberty for wolves is death to the lambs.

The only thing which can be regarded as properly tragic is resistance, resistance on the part of a man to whatever it is that oppresses him.

What is a lost battle?... It is a battle one believes one has lost. ...

Immanuel Kant, un uomo lontanissimo dall'irrazionalismo, osservò una volta che "dal legno storto dell'umanità non si è mai cavata una cosa diritta". È questo il motivo per cui nessuna soluzione perfetta è possibile nelle cose umane - non già soltanto in pratica, ma in linea di principio - e ogni serio tentativo di metterla in atto è destinato con ogni probabilità a produrre sofferenza, delusione e fallimento.

Possiamo fare solo quello che possiamo; ma questo dobbiamo farlo, nonostante le difficoltà.

Freedom for the wolves has often meant death to the sheep.

Out of the crooked timber of humanity, nothing completely straight was ever made

Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist Give me leave to do my utmost.

House. The man who had left California in 1854, penniless and under a cloud, to return to his wife in St. Louis, arrived in San Francisco on a September day in 1879 to such tumult and shouts as the youthful city had never known. This time Julia stood by his side, their two-year Odyssey ended,

How many more times do we have to come to terms with death before we find safety?" he asked. He waited a few minutes, but the three of us didn't say anything. He continued: "Every time people come at us with the intention of killing us, I close my eyes and wait for death. Even though I am still alive, I feel like each time I accept death, part of me dies. Very soon I will completely die and all that will be left is my empty body walking with you. It will be quieter than I am.

Some people tried to hurt us to protect themselves, their family and communities...This was one of the consequences of civil war. People stopped trusting each other, and every stranger became an enemy. Even people who knew you became extremely careful about how they related or spoke to you.

ONE OF THE UNSETTLING THINGS about my journey, mentally, physically, and emotionally, was that I wasn't sure when or where it was going to end.

But what was more violent than making people disbelieve in the worth of their own lives? What was more violent than making them believe they deserved less and less every day?

Sometimes I closed my eyes hard to avoid thinking, but the eye of the mind refused to be closed and continued to plague me with images.

My squad is my family, my gun is my provider, and protector, and my rule is to kill or be killed.

I used to be a discipline problem, which caused me embarrassment until I realized that being a discipline problem in a racist society is sometimes an honor.

All art must be for the end of liberating the masses. A landscape is only good when it shows the oppressor hanging from a tree.

democracy and freedom began bouncing all over the world like bad checks

I think that when people like you , Mr. Von Vampton, say "The Negro Experience" you are saying that all Negroes experience the world the same way. In that way you can isolate the misfits who would propel them into penetrating the ceiling of this bind you and your assistants have established in this country. The ceiling above which no slave would be allowed to penetrate without stirring the kept bloodhounds.

Writin' is fightin'.