Quotes About Struggle

Pero mi vida no sólo está acechada por el porvenir, también lo está por los fantasmas de mi propio pasado, que surgieron luego del deceso de quien encarnaba todo lo que yo había querido abandonar, todo con lo que había querido romper y que, seguramente, había constituido para mí una suerte de modelo social negativo, un contrapunto en el trabajo que había llevado a cabo para crearme a mí mismo.

As an artist I have always tried to be faithful to my vision of life, and I have frequently been in conflict with those who wanted me to paint not what I saw but what they wished me to see.

I knew how one climbing the mountain of worldly success can slip down into the river below without being conscious of the descent till he is already drowning.

An artist is above all a human being, profoundly human to the core. If the artist can't feel everything that humanity feels, if the artist isn't capable of loving until he forgets himself and sacrifices himself if necessary, if he won't put down his magic brush and head the fight against the oppressor, then he isn't a great artist.

Vicious fights among socialist and leftist factions are a recognized feature of the history of socialism.

Even after slavery, Republicans fought vigorously though not always successfully to defeat Democratic schemes of segregation and racial terrorism.

For nearly a century following the Civil War, the Republican Party made valiant efforts, often against near-impossible odds, to protect blacks from the Democratic onslaught and to secure their basic rights. At times these measures worked; at other times, they proved far too feeble to control the vicious racists in the Democratic Party.

Socialism has made everyday existence a living hell nearly everywhere it has been tried, all over the world.

If I am peaceful…is not peace,/is getting used to harm.

so don't tell me how love will rescue me, I was carnivorous about love, I ate love to the ankles, my thighs are gnawed with love still and yet I cannot have loved, since living was all I could do and for that, I was caged in bone spur endlessly

Angie was a border crosser, a wetback, a worker in the immigrant sweatshop they call this city. On days like this I understand her like a woman instead of a child. Everybody thought she was a whore. She wasn't. She tried to step across the border of who she was and who she might be. They wouldn't let her. She didn't believe it herself so she stepped across into a whole other country.

You come to this, here's the marrow of it, not moving, not standing, it's too much to hold up, what I really want to say is, I don't want no fucking country, here or there and all the way back, I don't like it, none of it, easy as that. I'm giving up on land to light on, and why not, I can't perfect my own shadow, my violent sorrow, my individual wrists

Puede que eso fuera la esclavitud del futuro, atar a un negro libre a sus anhelos de blanco.

Prayer's a very tricky business.

she is a girl who cannot walk her troubles off, or work them off; she is a girl to sit around and glare.

It is part of a follow-my-leader game of second-best we have all been playing . . . it isn't a very good game; the people you play it with are apt to get hurt.

Wakings are the worst times - almost before my eyes are open a great weight seems to roll on to my heart.

me daba la sensación de que alguien tan destrozado como yo debía recibir ayuda de la Iglesia. A continuación dije para mis adentros que, como no pensaba en la Iglesia cuando era feliz, difícilmente podía esperar algo cuando no lo era. No se puede cobrar el seguro sin abonar las cuotas.

Vicar: You ought to try [religion], one of these days, he said. I believe you'd like it. I said: but I have tried it, haven't I? I've been to church. It never seems to take.

I stood there ringing the bell and banging on the door, feeling I could make someone be there, knowing all the time that I couldn't.

Porque una debe de hundirse en el abismo si quiere elevarse a las alturas.

I]f I don't get going soon, the whole impetus may die---and if that happens, well, I really shall consider a long, restful plunge into insanity. Sometimes the abyss yawns very attractively.

We used to manage quite well when she was away sitting for artists, because in those days we lived mostly on bread, vegetables and eggs; but now that we can afford some meat or even chickens, I keep coming to grief. I scrubbed some rather dirty-looking chops with soap which proved very lingering, and I did not take certain things out of a chicken that I ought to have done.

That evening of the row was our lowest depths; miserable people cannot afford to dislike each other. Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.