Quotes About Struggle

To this woman the word "worldwide" seems much worse than the word "war". Because Women have always being fighters: fighting themselves, fighting poverty, fighting drunken husbands, fighting children that need sorting out. But the whole world, dear God - worldwide is quite another thing.

A lungo andare ogni speranza si consuma e si spegne; ma perché non dovrebbe accadere la stessa cosa alla disperazione? Finite le speranze, poi finiranno pure le disperazioni.

Só aqueles que buscam obstinadamente a verdade sabem dos tormentos que enfrentam no caminho... e merecem gozar a glória do triunfo.

Uma vez criado, o conhecimento não pode ser calado jamais. Sempre haverá aqueles que lutarão para preservá-lo, difundi-lo, movidos por razões nobres ou perversas.

Even our phone calls were like crawling naked across a field of broken glass.

But you have to have been on the downside looking up at the face of the law before you realize how thin those defenses really are. Once you've been there, you can't honestly begrudge a defendant any help he can muster. That

For a prosecutor, it's easy to become annoyed at a criminal justice system that seems to be stacked so ridiculously in favor of defendants. But you have to have been on the downside looking up at the face of the law before you realize how thin those defenses really are. Once you've been there, you can't honestly begrudge a defendant any help he can muster.

El amor le hace a uno sentirse bien- Si no es así, no es amor. -Pero parece amor -Si sientes dolor muchas más veces que felicidad, no es amor. Es algo más que te obliga a estar encerrada en tu propia cárcel, incapaz de ver que la puerta hacia la libertad está delante de ti abierta de par en par.

condition of the woman

Writing is a mixed blessing. We, who are addicted, berate ourselves and feel guilty when we don't write and at the same time put it off and hunt for diversions. Why? Because the this that makes us the happiest is also tedious, hard and frustrating. Writing makes us crazy; not writing even crazier.

I'm in awe of people out there who deal with Alzheimer's, because they have to deal with death 10 times over, year after year.

I finished my 20s with a PhD in fusion energy, and I discovered I was useless.

With unemployment still abysmally high, the Obama economy is crushing Hispanics' dreams for their children to live a better life.

If I were running to be somebody, there are a lot of easier sombodies to be. After all, running against the incumbent governor of your own party in your home state is not the next logical step in a political life.

My parents were working class folks. My dad was a bartender for most of his life, my mom was a maid and a cashier and a stock clerk at WalMart. We were not people of financial means in terms of significant financial means. I always told them, 'I didn't always have what I wanted. I always had what I needed.' My parents always provided that.

My dad was a bartender. My mom was a cashier, a maid and a stock clerk at K-Mart. They never made it big. They were never rich. And yet they were successful. Because just a few decades removed from hopelessness, they made possible for us all the things that had been impossible for them.

My mother was one of seven girls whose parents went to bed hungry so their children wouldn't. My father lost his mother when he was nine. He left school and went to work for the next 70 years. They emigrated to America with little more than the hope of a better life.

Under Barack Obama, the only 'Change' is that 'Hope' has been hard to find. Now millions of Americans are insecure about their future. But instead of inspiring us by reminding us of what makes us special, he divides us against each other. He tells Americans they're worse off because others are better off. That people got rich by making others poor.

You know that big government doesn't hurt big corporations. They've got the best lawyers and accountants in the world. You know who gets destroyed by big government? It's the little guys.

Poverty fled, she who gives birth to virile men.

There is most joy in virtue when 'tis hardest won.

The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing.

As for life, it is a battle and a sojourning in a strange land but the fame that comes after is oblivion.

Take care what you say! I'll have no hard words. Wretch! If I am a wretch, who made me one? If I hate you and myself and the world, who made me hate it? I was born free - as free as you are. Why should I be sent to herd with beasts, and condemned to this slavery, worse than death? Tell me that, Maurice Frere - tell me that!