Quotes About Struggle

A city of unarmed dreamers huddling beneath angry skies.

Bobby was a hero, and so were Luisa and Val and all the rest of them. But it's only in movies that heroes get to count on the big moment of glorious sacrifice. Real life is messier than that.

He tried to grasp the thought, but it was like throwing his arms around smoke.

The rats that had once fouled their food became their food. But soon the rats were gone.

She said, "'I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked…'" She parted the curtains, looked out at the brick wall opposite and the street below. "Never really understood the poem, but I like the way the words taste.

Cooper spun on his heel and walked away. He walked without direction or purpose, without thought or plan. His companions were Frustration and Rage, and together the three of them stalked Manhattan.

Food's my only bag. It's my gig, my art, my life. Always has been, always will be. I'm always battling myself – the part of me that says I can and the part of me that says I can't. My greatest gift has been that the part of me that says "I can't" is always, always just a little bit louder.

If only my love was a net that could keep the flies out. If only my love was a net full of food for all the hungry bellies. I understand why so many people have given up on Africa - no one wants to say we are leaving a continent of people behind to tough it out in a hundreds-of-years-old war of survival, but we are, and the reason is because the level of change it would take to make a difference, to heal past wounds and chart a new path is mammoth, gargantuan, almost unimaginable.

I'm always battling myself – the part of me that says I can and the part of me that says I can't. My greatest gift has been that the part of me that says "I can't" is always, always just a little bit louder.

He wonders if a few moments of utter and total joy can be worth a lifetime of struggle. Maybe, he thinks. Maybe, if they're the right moments.

The war continues with no sign that it will end [...]. It's like an avalanche, started by a single gunshot, but which roars down the mountain more loudly than a thousand canons.

He was feeling something we all feel once in a while: why me?

There never was a story that was happy through and through

Law stands mute in the midst of arms.

To some extent I liken slavery to death.

In times of war, the law falls silent. Silent enim leges inter arma

Als leven een baan is, wilde ik ontslag nemen. Maar ik kon het kantoor niet vinden dat over ontslagaanvragen ging.

Ik denk dat mama zich een gast heeft gevoeld in het leven. Ze deed altijd alsof het haar niets aanging, het leven, alsof het niet van haar was. Alsof ze er toevallig in terecht was gekomen, zoals je een huis binnen kan lopen wanneer je je in het adres hebt vergist, en dan per ongeluk in dat huis blijft hangen. Buiten stroomt het van de regen en je hebt geen paraplu bij je.

I don't want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong, something so huge I can't even see it, something that's drowning me. I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead.

My greatest enemy is reality. I have fought it successfully for thirty years.

The truth is, we [women] live like bats, or owls, labor like beasts, and die like worms.

We women are constantly at war with our bodies, it is hard to find amnesty for ourselves.

I think it is really sad that when people lose their homes they kind of lose their minds too.

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