Quotes About Struggle

He has done what he wanted, he had swum the county, but he was so stupified with exhaustion that his triumph seemed vague.

La cosa più meravigliosa della vita sembra essere che alla fine usiamo solo una parte infinetisimale del nostro potenziale autodistruttivo. Magari lo desideriamo, magari è ciò che sogniamo, ma basta un raggio di luce, un cambio del vento per dissuaderci.

Do you realize what that means? Do you know what that feels like? To live for fifteen years on promises and expectations and loans and credits in hotels that aren't fit to live in, never for a single day to be out of debt, and yet to pretend, to feel that every year, every winter, every job, every meeting is going to be the one. To live like this for fifteen years and then to realize that it's never going to end. Do you know what that feels like?

Sabah soÄŸuk bir duÅŸ ald?, ama Mrs. Zagreb'in göÄŸsü sanki duÅŸ perdesinin arkas?nda onu bekliyordu. Arabayla istasyona giderken yana??na dayanm??t?, sekiz otuz üç treninde yol al?rken omzunun üstünden gazeteyi okuyordu, servis arac?nda, ÅŸehir merkezine giden metroda onunla birlikte hafiften sallan?yordu, iÅŸyerinde gün boyu kafas?ndan ç?kmad?. DelireceÄŸini san?yordu.

There was a sharp pain in my heart, as if that lumpy organ had weathered every abuse, only to be crippled by misery.

Even a selected display of one's early work will be a naked history of one's struggle to receive an education in economics and love.

Rachel's way was not so easy. When she lost her fat she became very pretty and quite fast. She smoked and drank and probably fornicated and the abyss that opens up before a pretty and an intemperate young woman is unfathomable.

Ama bütün evlilikler böyledir signore. Ä°nsanlar sevgi yüzünden evlenseler dünya yaÅŸanacak bir yer deÄŸil, deliler için bir hastane olurdu...

Francis asks Julia if the children couldn't have their dinner earlier. Julia's guns are loaded for this. She can't cook two dinners and lay two tables. She paints with lightning strokes that panorama of drudgery in which her youth, her beauty, and her wit have been lost. Francis says that he must be understood; he was nearly killed in an airplane crash, and he doesn't like to come home every night to a battlefield. Now Julia is deeply concerned.

Alice Malloy had dark, stringy hair, and even her husband, who loved her more than he knew, was sometimes reminded by her lean face of a tenement doorway on a rainy day, for her countenance was long, vacant, and weakly lighted, a passage for the gentle transports and miseries of the poor. Evarts Malloy was very thin. He had worked as a bus driver and he stooped a little

My wife and I are terribly unhappy together, but we have three beautiful children, and we try to keep things going. I do what I have to do, like everyone else, and one of the things I have to do is to serve my wife breakfast in bed. I try to fix her a nice breakfast, because this sometimes improves her disposition, which is generally terrible.

He stopped in the hallway to recover his composure, and explained that he had been suffering from this phobia far over a year. He was going to a psychiatrist, he said. I couldn't see that it had done him any good.

New ideas are rather like small creatures. They're easily strangled.

The French have so many civil wars, they can win one now and again.

Damn these indecisions! This accursed difficulty of deciding, of deciding anything at all, seemed to have grown into an obsession with him. To have to decide... that was the worst misery on earth!

Reason? Justice? The forces that victimized and paralysed him now were those that had created the world. Who was he to contend against them?

It is an old and bitter experience of the human race that when once a gulf-stream of a particular evil has got started, it is always being whipped forward by some new little breeze, or enlarged by some new little stream emptying itself into it. A magnetic power, it seems, in such a gulf-stream of evil, attracts these casual and accidental encouragements.

She still required the dangerous, maddening nerve-quiver of vice to render existence bearable.

Wolf took off his hat and stretched back his head, straining his neck as far as it would go, so that without relaxing the movement of walking, his upturned face might become horizontal. In this position he made a hideous grimace into infinity – a grimace directed at the Governing Power of the Universe. What

O I do so agree with you in Faith being the thing! But Henry (my dear) I can't I can't I can't and I won't (even if it is the old devil himself in me!) I can't agree with you about ' Love '. No no no no no no no no no no I am sick of love . It has been tried and it has failed. Jesus & Love have had their day.

A man's worst difficulties begin when he is able to do as he likes.

We're all in the same game; But different levels. Dealing with the same hell; but different devils.

Every second of every day someone is going through the worst moments of their lives. If today's just an ordinary day for you, consider that to be a blessing.

It's difficult for positive inspiration to breath and survive in a complicated mind.