Quotes About Struggle

We all fall in the shit many times during our lives. The trick is pulling ourselves out again.

And I am not one of these long-living fictional characters who prays for death as a release from the captivity of eternal life; not for me the endless whining and wailing of the undead.

If there's one thing I've learned in more than seven decades of life, it's that the world is a completely fucked-up place. You never know what's around the corner and it's often something unpleasant.

O menino apenas olhava para o chão, dando a impressão de que tentava convencer sua alma a não mais habitar o pequeno corpo e a fugir pela janela e voar bem alto até o céu, indo o mais longe possível.

Bruno: Me parece que no puedo dejarlo. Me parece que no quiero.

It starts in the schoolyard, with small boys fighting among each other. In the 1930s, the Reich found a people to hate. Now, twenty years later, it's us who are hunted down. When they discover one of us, they bring us to a courtroom so the world can hear of our crimes but, really, all they want is to shoot us, hang us, kill us in any way they can. We're all just trying to survive.

I sat down again, wishing I had never been brought here. It was as if I had walked onstage into the middle of a dramatic play, where the other characters are already engaged in a battle that has been going on for some years but which only now, upon my arrival, is allowed to reach a climax.

the world is a completely fucked-up place. You never know what's around the corner and it's often something unpleasant.

Maybe there were no villains in my mother's story at all. Just men and women, trying to do their best by each other. And failing.

A vida é fácil de narrar, mas atordoante de se praticar. Uma História de Solidão

I would have seen it all, had I been able to see, but I could see none of it because I had spent my entire life blind and deaf and mute and ignorant, devoid of any senses save the one that governed my sexual compulsions and that had brought me to this terrible place from which, I was certain, there could be no return.

I can simply tell you that all of us need to be aware that trauma has a twofold potential: it can be the catalyst for creative change or the cause of self-destruction.

1. Self-image disturbance. 2. Difficulty identifying and expressing one's individuated thoughts, wishes and feelings and autonomously regulating self-esteem. 3. Difficulty with self-assertion.

It takes lots of energy and hard work to live a false self. This may be the symbolic meaning of the Biblical statement that after the fall the man and the woman would suffer in their natural activities: the woman in childbirth, the man in his work.

The walls were chipped and needed paint. The windows were mostly okay but one pane was blocked with cardboard. There were fleas the exterminator couldn't kill and rats that scrabbled in the walls and mice who left droppings like a cocked snook and roaches that thrived on insecticide, even the illegal kinds.

Few of us are equipped to cope with the complexity and dazzling variety of twenty-first-century existence.

All right for someone earning a hundred thousand a year. For most of us even contract rates are crippling; I should know.

It was a strange staging for death, for the woman on the high bed was dying. Slowly, fighting every inch of the way with a grim tenacity, but indubitably dying. Her vital ardour had sunk below the mark from which it could rise again, and was now ebbing as water runs from a little crack in a pitcher.

We must all be fighters and strugglers, Lewie, and it is better to wear out than to rust out. It is bad to let choice things become easily familiar; for, you know, familiarity is apt to beget a proverbial offspring. The

But let none, he added, pray to have the full music; for it will make him who hears it a footsore traveller in

all the little rags of honest impulse and stumbling kindness with which we try to shelter ourselves from the winds of space.

My first rule, everyday, was to find enough food to make it to the next day. Then I could afford the luxury of worrying about the enemy.

I found it hard work now to pray to God, because despair was swallowing me up

I'd advise you, then, to quickly get rid of your burden; for until then you'll never be settled in your mind or enjoy the benefits of the blessings that God has given you.