Quotes About Struggle

Just got to go make do with what you got give to you when you born. Look like some people get so much more than others. Even get some money, which this huge world loves. But . . . I have seen sometime, in this world we live in, that most things balance out, equalize out, in the end. Yes, in the end. Cause some people take nothing and make a whole heap out of it. Just like some people take everything, another whole heap, and let it run down to nothing. Human, chile, human.

Chile, ain't life somethin?! Lord, oh, lord.

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Man is occupied and has been persistently occupied since his separate evolution, with three kinds of struggle: first with the massive, unintelligent forces of nature, heat and cold, winds, rivers, matter and energy; secondly, with the things closer to him, animals and plants, his own body, its health and disease; and lastly, with his desires and fears, his imaginations and stupidities.

This fall I think you're riding for—it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started.

Mothers are all slightly insane.

Many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them--if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry.

Millions of Russians found themselves gripped by a tyranny incomparably worse than that of the Czar.

a funeral dirge will be sung either over the Soviet Republic

Wars came early to Shanghai, overtaking each other like the tides that raced up the Yangtze.

They killed to free themselves from a tyranny of love and care.

The Eye Linc was watching shot upward twenty feet in a convulsive jerk, hung there for an instant, then started a wobbling decent. There were two holes in it. It skimmed the heads of the men, coming for Linc's group. Tears streamed out of the corners of it, dripping to the ground like a trail of rain. And as it neared Linc, blood started to come, seeping from the holes, mixed with fluid.

It is all very well to say that a man should play for the pure love of the game. Perhaps he ought, but to the working man it is impossible.

I wish...I wish I were dead..." And what use would that be to anyone?

There is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it.

It was important, Dumbledore said, to fight, and fight again, and keep fighting, for only then could evil be kept at bay, though never quite eradicated. . . .

You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?

Voldemort himself created his worst enemy, just as tyrants everywhere do! Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress? All of them realize that, one day, amongst their many victims, there is sure to be one who rises against them and strikes back!

The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.

You lose your individuality a huge amount when you have no money, and I certainly had that experience.

You never get it right, you people, do you? Either we've got Fudge, pretending everything's lovely while people get murdered right under his nose, or we've got you, chucking the wrong people into jail and trying to pretend you've got 'The Chosen One' working for you!

We must try not to sink beneath our anguish... but battle on.

It was not, after all, so easy to die.

Depression is the most unpleasant thing I have ever experienced. . . . It is that absence of being able to envisage that you will ever be cheerful again. The absence of hope. That very deadened feeling, which is so very different from feeling sad. Sad hurts but it's a healthy feeling. It is a necessary thing to feel. Depression is very different.