Quotes About Struggle

Strength instead of being the lusty child of passion, grows by grappling with and subduing them.

One thought alone preoccupies the submerged mind of Empire: how not to end, how not to die, how to prolong its era. By day it pursues its enemies. It is cunning and ruthless, it sends its bloodhounds everywhere. By night it feeds on images of disaster: the sack of cities, the rape of populations, pyramids of bones, acres of desolation.

Pervenche glissait dans un trou profond et sombre. Ou plutôt, c'était son vieux rêve d'un boyau perforant la terre dans lequel elle rampait, les coudes serrées contre ses flacs, les genoux écorchés, avec juste assez de place pour pouvoir avancer d'une ondulation douloureuse qu'elle ne savait plus si elle avançait ou si elle reculait. Elle savait plus depuis combien de temps elle était enfermée dans cette chambre.»

There was a man Who made a boat To sail away And it sank.

Un viejo bebedor de bourbon me dijo una vez que la vida era siempre cuestión de montañas y de cuevas: montañas que debemos escalar y cuevas en las que escondernos cuando no somos capaces de enfrentarnos a nuestras montañas.

I looked around the barroom. Someone else might have seen nothing more than a random crowd of drinkers, but I saw my people. Kith and kin. Every sort of person was there – stockbrokers and safecrackers, athletes and invalids, mothers and supermodels – but we were as one. We'd all been hurt by something, or somebody, and so we'd all come to Publicans, because misery loves company, but what it really craves is a crowd.

Boy did he hate banks. He told me once that the Founding Fathers worried more about banks than they worried about the British. They knew that banks had been causing chaos, bringing empires to their knees, for centuries, all in the name of free enterprise. Photographer

Work is destiny. A man talks about the woman he loves, he might sound excited, but get him talking about his job, then check his eyes—that's the real him. A man is his job, kid, and I had no job, so I was a bum. A loser. America's a great place to be a winner, but it's hell's basement for losers. Three

A mí me enfurecía que mi madre no tuviera cosas bonitas, y me enfurecía aún más no poder proporcionárselas yo, y más aún no poder decir nada de todo aquello en voz alta, porque mi madre seguía cantando, haciendo todo lo posible por mantener el ánimo.

Todas las mujeres que habían intentado hacer de mí un hombre habían logrado lo contrario. Por eso me costaba abordar a las mujeres. Me gustaban demasiado, y me parecía demasiado a ellas para demostrar con ellas una actitud depredadora.

If things got really bad at Grandpa's, I figured, my mother and I could live alongside Shelter Rock. We could sleep under the canopy and cook our meals over an open fire, and though it would be rough, how much rougher could it be?

History is the narrative of people searching for a place to go.

One old bourbon drinker told me that a man's life is all a matter of mountains and caves—mountains we must climb, caves where we hide when we can't face our mountains.

Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistable urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.

Z: "You know, this was a hell of a lot easier when you were out cold in the back of that truck." Phury: "That was you?" Z:"You think it was Santa Claus or some shit?

Bread and water will not break me, and if you choose to isolate me, I shall have only but more time to plot against my oppressors.

Eestis on täpselt vastupidi. Siin on minevik olnud nii pikka aega nii masendav, nii ahistav, nii ränk, et nüüd, otse nüüd - eile, täna, homme - peavad sündima mehed ja naised, ideed ja teod, millega luuakse meie suurus, Eesti suurus. Ja mina tahan - ja teie peate tahtma - et meil, et Wikmani gümnaasiumil oleks selle toimumises oma austav osa. Ja selle toimumata jäämises oma häbi.

But in their initial jubilation they struggled to withstand a new reality in which they stood unshackled but remained unfree.

I did infer, however, that submitting to melancholy would undo the labors of those who had come before me, that I had an obligation to resist instead of giving in. I rose unsteadily to my feet, aware of my shackles, but determined to somehow overcome them.

See, that's the problem with men and women and relationshits. Shit. Relasinsips. Dammit. Relationships. There, I got it.

I want us to be together, Evelyn, which I know won't be easy, but nothing worth having ever comes easy. If there's something you want, you have to work hard to have it. And I want you.

Looking back at it, it seems to me that I was blown here and there like a dead leaf whipped about by the autumn winds till at last it finds lodgment in some cozy fence corner. When I left school at fourteen I was as unsophisticated as a boy could be; I knew no more of the world and its strange ways than the gentle, saintly woman who taught me my prayers in the convent. Before me twentieth birthday I was on the docket of criminal court, on trial for burglary.

Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain. I'm not even a god.

hungry for breath like a kite falling stray, the wire grows slack the child within pulls at the empty air.