Quotes About Struggle

The nationalist, too, affirms Socialism, and objects only to its Internationalism. He wishes to combine Socialism with the ideas of Imperialism and the struggle against foreign nations. He is a national, not an international socialist; but he, also, approves of the essential principles of Socialism.

The nationalist, too, affirms Socialism, and objects only to its Internationalism. He wishes to combine Socialism with the ideas of Imperialism and the struggle against foreign nations. He is a national, not an international socialist; but he, also, approves of the essential principles of Socialism.1

With my full philosophical rucksack I can only climb slowly up the mountain of mathematics.

Philosophy, as we use the word, is a fight against the fascination which forms of expression exert on us.

You get tragedy where the tree, instead of bending, breaks.

And sometimes, he was less lucid. He'd run around his cell like a caged animal; he'd rock back and forth; he'd swing from topic to topic as if it was the only way to cross the jungle of his thoughts.

There are no silver bullets in life; there's just the long, messy climb out of the pit you've dug yourself.

When it rains, her father said it pours.

You can be strapped to the most stable chair and still feel the world give way beneath you.

In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.

DO you think it hurts to die? Not as much as it hurts to live, Trixie thought.

You cannot be doomed, after all, as long as you can still see the faint outline of hope on the opposite shore.

The moral of this story is that sometimes, you can attempt to make all the difference in the world, and it still is like trying to stem the tide with a sieve.

I loved Alex so much that it was easier to let him hurt me than to watch him hurt himself.

All of us are grieving something. But while we are, we're putting one foot in front of the other. We're waking up to see another day. We're pushing through uncertainty, even if we can't yet see the light at the end of the tunnel. We are battered and broken, but we're all small miracles.

When you do not understand the language being spoken, you have two options. You can struggle against the isolation, or you can give yourself up to it.

He wished he knew what to say to make her feel better, but the truth was, he didn't feel all that great himself and he didn't know if there were even any words in the English language to take away this kind of stunning shock, this understanding that the world isn't the place you thought it was.

There was a look in their eyes, sometimes . . . They weren't dreading the trigger being pulled, even if the gun was already pointed at them. It was as if they ran toward it. I could not fathom this, at first. How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

She'd been in labor for nineteen hours; I completely understood why she wanted to pass the buck. 'You are so beautiful,' her husband crooned, holding up her shoulders. 'You are so full of shit,' Lila snarled, but as a contraction settled over her like a net, she bore down and pushed.

How do you do it? Do what? All of it. You know. Go to class and practice. Make it through the day. Act like ... like none if it mattered. Jason swore beneath his breath and pulled the car over. Then he reached across the seat and brushed his thumb over her cheek; until then, she hadn't been aware she was crying. Trix, he sighed, it mattered.

The old man was cranky, bitter bastard, but it's the thorn in your side that leaves the biggest hole.

On one side of the seesaw is my education. My nursing certification. My twenty years of service at the hospital. My neat little home. My spotless RAV4. My National Honor Society-inductee son. All of these building blocks of my existence, and yet the only quality straddling the other side is so hulking and dense that it tips the balance every time: my brown skin.

How can you ricochet from a moment where you are on top of the world to one where you are crawling at rock bottom

I remember everything Campbell, she interrupts. If I didn't, this wouldn't be so hard.