Quotes About Struggle

Keeping a professional distance had never been what Vince O'Mally did best. Hell, it was the one thing he wished he could do

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn't know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.

Fear—real, honest-to-God debilitating fear—is an affliction.

It is easy to be independent when you've got money. But to be independent when you haven't got a thing, that's the Lord's test.

Poverty is the worst form of violence.

Those who survive are those who do not defy the gravity of others. And those who desire even a moment of freedom, find themselves hurled into space, doomed to crash with some unknown force. I no longer desire that freedom. I move, just move. Without meaning.

Quand la poisse vous étreint dans le ventre de votre mère, elle ne vous lâche plus.

The skirmishes in the occupied land are part of the war of destiny. The outcome of hundreds of years of war will be defined in Palestinian land.

Where can I free myself of the homeland in my body?

We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.

Where is my second road to the staircase of expanse? Where is futility? Where is the road to the road? And where are we, the marching on the footpath of the present tense, where are we? Our talk a predicate and a subject before the sea, and the elusive foam of speech the dots on the letters, wishing for the present tense a foothold on the pavement …

The wars will end and the leaders will shake hands, and that old woman will remain waiting for her martyred son, and that girl will wait for her beloved husband, and the children will wait for their heroic father, I do not know who sold the homeland but I know who paid the price.

How often have I held back my complaint: Why should the Lebanese homeland be incompatible with Palestine? Why should the Egyptian loaf be incompatible with Palestine? Why should the Syrian roof be incompatible with Palestine? Why should Palestine be incompatible with Palestine?

I am besieged by contradiction.

My imagination will give out before I finish the journey, I don't have the energy to make my dream real.

If it was a piece of paper, I would tear it. If it was a bottle, I would break it. If it was a wall, I would tear it down, but it is my heart.

The force with which he wanted it both ways made him grit his teeth. What kind of fool wanted it only one way?

He held his hands tightly together and cursed his daughter for bringing the terrible world, with its humiliation and longing, back to his door.

Tener hambre y no poder comer es morir un poco cada minuto, cada segundo.

Sabes cuál es la diferencia entre un adicto y un enfermo?... Que el adicto puede dejar de serlo en cualquier momento y el enfermo no. Es tan sencillo como chasquear los dedos, decir basta. Se acabó.

Mul?i dintre noi se las? încovoia?i sub ap?sarea ?tiin?ei ce au dobândit ?i abia se mai mi?c?, strivi?i ca animalele de corvoad? sub înc?rc?tura din spinare.

Omul nu este niciodat? mul?umit cu tot ceea ce a primit în dar. El însu?i este un creator, misiunea lui fiind aceea de a-?i transforma necazul în fericire.

Da qualche parte Didi si putrefaceva e moriva in eterno. Giorno dopo giorno. Mese dopo mese. Anno dopo anno.

I can hardly express in words my deep feeling and sympathy for them, knowing as I do, the many serious handicaps and obstacles that will confront them in almost every walk of life.