Quotes About Struggle

We become wiser by adversity prosperity destroys our appreciation of the right.

Liberty is no less a blessing because oppression has so long darkened the mind that it can not appreciate it.

O miserable minds of men! O blind hearts! In what darkness of life, in what great dangers ye spend this little span of years!

[The people] were given over in troops to disease and death.

From the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.

Life is one long struggle in the dark.

Aren't we all monsters inside?

It absolutely helped - to write the father in both 'Juicy' and 'Beasts ' I had to see the whole story from his point of view. All of a sudden I understood more of what my own father must be going through - the fear, the frustration, the anger... the hope that he'll leave a legacy.

the fact that we all go on pretending things are fine, hoping everything's a-okay, even though everything is nowhere near okay and we all know it, no matter how many candlelit vigils you hold

the fact that Stacy seems to feel some kind of rapport with that woebegone creature, the fact that whether this is because she feels fierce and free, or caged and cowed, doesn't bear thinking about.

Italians answer the phone, "Pronto," the fact that Mommy never knew what to say when they said that, the fact that she struggled with Italian during that year in Rome, poor duck.

He photographed it, but it was kind of hard to make it out, like those 3D pictures I just can't do, Duck Family Rescued From Pool, the fact that the Ackroyds kept finding dead field mice in their little pond, the fact that they came to drink and fell in and couldn't get out, the fact that they should've put in some little mouse stairs.

the saint of lost things, and lost causes too

What riches there once were, what beauties! Raindrops on roses and crop tops on cuties. Now it's just tear gas and water hoses, and Mexican children tied up with strings. These are a few of their favourite things. Quarry every mountain, wreck every stream.

When dealing with my mother, one always had to act in a delicate and prescribed way, though the exact rules of protocol seemed to shift frequently and without advance notice. One day, out of milk was a problem easily dealt with, but on the next it was a symbol of her children's selfishness, our father's failure, and her tragic, wasted life.

I witnessed my life unfolding like someone who has awkwardly stumbled in after the movie has started. I sensed that something important had been revealed in the opening sequence, some essential knowledge everyone else was privy to that was being kept from me.

Life hangs as nothing in the scale against dear Liberty!

Like a plant that starts up in showers and sunshine and does not know which has best helped it to grow, it is difficult to say whether the hard things or the pleasant things did me the most good.

Oh, working man! Oh, starved, outraged, and robbed laborer, how long will you lend attentive ear to the authors of your misery?

It is the moving inspiration of our age, the only question worth struggling for: the question of how to lift humanity from poverty and despair.

The overseer's whip is now fully supplanted by the lash of hunger! And the auction block by the chain-gang and convict cell

when the proletariat, failing to see the justice of this bourgeois economy, begins to murmur, the policeman's club is called into active service.

Who, pray, are benefiting by all this waste and confusion? The few, a mere small percentage of the population of the world. All the remainder submit, because they think "it always has been so and it must always be so." The work of those who have a conception of a true society of the future, must devote all their efforts toward disabusing the people's minds of the ancient falsehoods. It can be done. Many other hoary lies have passed away, so will this one, too.

a "strike," which means a resistance on the part of the oppressed toward the oppressor—a protest, as it were