Quotes About Struggle

Il modo in cui le lumache eccitavano la macabra fantasia di nostra sorella, ci spinse, mio fratello e me, a una ribellione, che era insieme di solidarietà con le povere bestie straziate, di disgusto per il sapore delle lumache cotte e d'insofferenza per tutto e per tutti [...].

In the course of millions of years there was no form of living creature that hadn't had its opportunity to come forth, populate the Earth, and then—in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred—decline and vanish.

Thus the days went by at Terralba, and our sensibilities became numbed, as we felt ourselves lost between an evil and a virtue equally inhuman.

For awhile now, everything has been going wrong for me; it seems to me that in the world there now exists only stories that remain suspended or get lost along the way.

Questo è il significato della lotta, il significato vero, totale, al di là dei vari significati ufficiali. Una spinta di riscatto umano, elementare, anonimo, da tutte le nostre umiliazioni.

Since I have become a slave of writing, the pleasure of reading has ended for me.

A vida assemelha-se um pouco a uma enfermidade: também procede por crises e por depressões. A diferença entre as outras doenças é que a vida é sempre mortal.

Incominciava a formarsi il vortice che per un istante avrebbe sottratto l'operaio, la sartina, il povero borghese alla noia della vita volgare per condurli poi al dolore. Ammaccati, sperduti, alcuni sarebbero ritornati all'antica vita divenuta però più greve; gli altri non avrebbero trovato mai più la quaresima.

Naturalmente io non sono un ingenuo e scuso il dottore di vedere nella vita stessa una manifestazione di malattia. La vita somiglia un poco alla malattia come procede per crisi e lisi ed ha i giornalieri miglioramenti e peggioramenti. A differenza delle altre malattie la vita è sempre mortale. Non sopporta cure. Sarebbe come voler turare i buchi che abbiamo nel corpo credendoli delle ferite. Morremmo strangolati non appena curati.

Sorrow and love ? life, in other words ? cannot be considered a sickness because they hurt.

Under the law established by the possessor of the greatest number of devices, sickness and the sick will flourish.

The saying is that what does not kill you strengthens you, but sometimes you wonder which will happen first.

I want you to know that it is not always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest is a field full of landmines, and where you went last night, you can't go tomorrow. There is no manual, there is no road map, no help line you can call; my body does not come with instructions, and sometimes even I don't know what to do with it. This cannot be easy. But still, you touch me anyway.

I am not trapped in the wrong body; I am trapped in a world that makes very little space for bodies like mine.

It's a terrifying thing, the pain of a stranger. Impossible to bear it all, even on a strong day, even when the sun is shining and my back doesn't hurt and the dishes are all done.

Just give her your goddamn window seat, for the love of Christ, she's a stone cold fox, whispered the little red devil that always wants to get laid from his perch just behind my left ear.

Some of us have hard roads, but the Lord never gives anyone a burden without also giving them a gift. Your job is to find out what that gift is and use it, y'hear me? God doesn't make mistakes. Never forget that. You are exactly who God meant you to be.

P3- modernised poverty combines the lack of power over circumstances with a loss of personal potency

Crescere nella condizione di bambino significa essere condannati ad un conflitto disumano tra la propria coscienza di sé e il ruolo imposto da una società che sta attraversando la propria età scolare.

Homo economicus was surreptitiously taken as the emblem and analogue for all living beings. A mechanistic anthropomorphism has gained currency. Bacteria are imagined to mimic "economic" behavior and to engage in internecine competition for the scarce oxygen available in their environment. A cosmic struggle among ever more complex forms of life has become the anthropic foundational myth of the scientific age.

War ... has become impossible, except at the price of suicide.

Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?

They would beat him and hammer him and drill him. He bobbed, and ducked, and refused to fall. They struck out, as if they were driving nails into him, and with every blow he felt more like himself

Biti ?ovek, ro?en bez svoga znanja i bez svoje volje, ba?en u okean postojanja. Morati plivati. Postojati. Nositi identitet. Izdržati atmosferski pritisak svega oko sebe, sve sudare, nepredvidljive i nepredvi?ene postupke, svoje i tu?e, koji ponaj?eš?e nisu po meri naših snaga. A povrh svega, treba još izdržati i svoju misao o svemu tome. Ukratko: biti ?ovek