Quotes About Struggle

They call them terrorists, I call them freedom fighters.

The poetry of heroism appeals irresistibly to those who don't go to a war, and even more to those whom the war is making enormously wealthy. It's always so.

Ten years as a day student in a dark lycée – dreary studies. All fighting spirit vanished under the slow oppression of Greek composition.

Victory is won not in miles but in inches. Win a little now, hold your ground, and later, win a little more.

I am not yet born O fill me with strength against those who would freeze my humanity.

It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet;Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit.The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall forever,But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather.

Or because they hope these walls of books will deaden the drumming of the demon in their ears

It's because his wife left him. That's why he's acting funny. She left him the other night. While she was putting her bags into the taxi he was outside on the footpath begging her to stay. On his knees! Why are men so embarrassing? Bev

Ge kunt soms gedachten hebben die niet te dragen zijn tusschen vier muurkens. Die zoo geweldig groot zijn dat ge aan uw deurken moet, of anders zou uw kop openklakken.

De kunstenaar is een arbeider lijk gij en ik. Hij maakt schoonheid, en hij wordt daar meestal niet voor betaald. De kunstenaar leeft en sterft met de arbeider mee. Al waar de arbeider naar verlangt, tracht de kunstenaar nu reeds gestalte te geven. Zo is de schrijver niet een dwaas die van sterren en maneschijn zingt, maar een ziener, een profeet over hoe het zou kunnen zijn. Dat is zijn plicht, zoals het de plicht van de arbeider is om de kunstenaar tegemoet te komen.

Wie romanschrijver wil worden heeft het de eerste honderd jaar nogal moeilijk.

als ge de roman vergelijkt met het Leven ziet ge dat het niet veel meer is dan lap-en-vliegwerk, en heeft het de meer dan frappante gelijkenis met de acrobatie van de clown die de koorddanser achternakomt, maar ginds in de hoge nok van het cirkus, al wankelend en al bewust gekke gebaren makend, eveneens plots kan uitglijden ...

En verschrikt fluistert hij tot zichzelf: ik vlucht, maar vluchtend loopt steeds een barbaar voorop: ikzelf.

Incluso la época de agobio es digna de respeto, pues es obra no del hombre, sino de la Humanidad y, por lo tanto, de la naturaleza creadora, que puede ser dura, pero jamás absurda. Si es dura la época en que vivimos, tanto más debemos amarla, empaparla de nuestro amor, hasta que logremos desplazar las pesadas masas de materia que ocultan la luz que brilla al otro lado.

Más allá comienza el misterio. Más acá, no hay misterio, no hay esoterismo, no hay más sombras que las que proyectan nuestros deseos y sobre todo, nuestro orgullo. Pero como es más fácil contentarse con ideas y palabras que hacer algo con las manos, con dolor y con fatiga, en el silencio y en la soledad, también es más cómodo buscar un refugio en el pensamiento llamado "puro" que luchar cuerpo a cuerpo contra el peso y las tinieblas de la materia.

What amazes me is that most days feel useless. I don't seem to accomplish anything-just a few pages, most of which don't seem very good. Yet, when I put all those wasted days together, I somehow end up with a book of which I'm very proud.

On surviving on the raft for 47 days) We had truly made it on a wing and prayer.

The great lesson of my life is perseverance. Never give up. It's like my brother said, "Isn't one minute of pain worth a lifetime of glory?

as the Bible says, a smooth sea never made a good sailor. I believe that to this day.

Many people reject Christ because they feel they can't live a Christian life. Well, nobody can live a Christian life—without help." I thought when you accepted Christ you had to be perfect, but he said, "Christ has promised to help you. He said, 'I will uphold you with the right hand of my righteousness. If you have problems in life, cast all your cares on me, for I care for you.

I wonder what they'd do if they knew the truth about my high life and my low life and all the demons in between.

VERY FEW PEOPLE really understand the difficulties of accepting Christianity. The picture painted by the well-meaning is that after a conversion God gives the new believer a steady diet of happiness and all is immediately well. Nothing of the sort is true. On the contrary, like every other sincere person who is striving to believe in spite of having so long lived another way with a mind conditioned to cynicism, I had to go through a period of despondency, doubt, and painful self-examination.

Everything's such an effort, even caring a little. Even being such a gigantic fuck-up wears me out.

Cap truly believed there was nothing harder than being a kid. You were always an alien trying to learn the earth rules.