Quotes About Struggle

Be it remembered, that liberty must at all hazards be supported. We have a right to it, derived from our Maker. But if we have not, our fathers have earned and bought it for us at the expense of their ease, their estates, their pleasure, and their blood.

Liberty once lost, is lost forever.

Remember, there's sacrifice invovled in any kind of life. Even the man who chooses the safe way has to give up the thrill of combat. The point is that once you know what you want, you must be prepared to sacrifice everything to get it. Those who realize this are the fortunate ones. Those who know and can try. What more can a man as kfor than that?

Love can sometimes rise up like a desperate cry from a neglected part of oneself which takes a long view but which is submerged by the presence of strident wants.

Writing is, among things, the place where we can help ourselves cope with the dark parts of our living

There's a time when a man needs to fight and a time when he needs to accept that his destiny's lost, the ship has sailed and that only a fool will continue. The truth is I've always been a fool.

There I stood, looking at myself in the mirror, thinking that I had come so far, I had worked so hard, and now the disease was threatening to stamp out all of my progress.

I didn't have a choice. The pain was just there. The clock would keep turning, and eventually it would be morning. I just had to find a way to get through.

13No temptationc has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be temptedd beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted,e he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it. Principle

Halfway up the drive there was God these tedious details. Halfway up there was a…

Inhabiting a place that could not be home, they were like actors compelled to play themselves.

Belief is hard, and the abyss is always there, under one's feet.

I'm a priest for Christ's sake - how can this be happening to me?

The world's first task, as I knew well, a task it never relaxed from, was to undo me. I was even afraid of the sky.

A fight with one's daughter is never less than debilitating.

Some people make it their life's work, being unhappy.

Pacjent - powiedzia?a mi pewnego dnia Anna, ju? blisko ko?ca - to dziwne s?owo. Cierpliwy. A ja wcale nie jestem cierpliwa.

The true workers all die in a fidget of frustration. So much to do, and so much left undone.

A teraz, ju? po wszystkim, co? nowego si? zacz??o, nowego dla mnie - trudna sztuka ?ycia po ?mierci.

Life, authentic life, is supposed to be all struggle, unflagging action and affirmation, the will butting its blunt head against the world's wall [...]

I have achieved nothing, nothing. I am what I always was, alone as always, locked in the same old glass prison of myself.

I see them there, my poor parents, rancorously playing at house in the childhood of the world. Their unhappiness was one of the constants of my earliest years, a high, unceasing buzz just beyond hearing. I did not hate them. I loved them, probably. Only they were in my way, obscuring my view of the future. In time I would be able to see right through them, my transparent parents.

Yet everyone begins in the same place; how is it that most go along without difficulty but a few lose their way?

the enemy you flee is not exterior to yourself