Quotes About Struggle

Trying to build myself up with the fact that I have done things right that were even good and have had moments that were excellent but the bad is heavier to carry around and feel have no confidence.

I'm a failure as a woman. My men expect so much of me, because of the image they've made of me—and that I've made of myself—as a sex symbol. They expect bells to ring and whistles to whistle, but my anatomy is the same as any other woman's and I can't live up to it

try to enjoy myself when I can - I'll be miserable enough as it is.

I had to use my wits or else I'd have been sunk - and nothings going to sink me. Everyone was always pulling at me, tugging at me, as if they wanted a piece of me. It was always, 'do this, do that,' and not just on the job but off, too. God, I've tried to stay intact, whole.

I lay in bed at night crying to myself. The only one who loved me and watched over me was someone I couldn't see or hear or touch.

You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and goddamn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about your business of living. That's how I've done it. There's no other way

Everyone has violence in themselves. I'm violent.

That's the way of the world. Sometimes you eat. Sometimes you get eaten.

North and south Italy is a nation of contrasts. Most of the industries and businesses are in the north, where people can earn much money. The south is less prosperous and some farming people, such as this man from Sicily, may have to struggle to make a living. Even so, the average standard of living in Italy is one of the highest in Europe.

Without realizing it, I fought to keep my two worlds separated. Without ever knowing why, I made sure, whenever possible that nothing passed between the compartmentalization I had created between the day child and the night child. p26

Without realizing it, I fought to keep my two worlds separated. Without ever knowing why, I made sure, whenever possible, that nothing passed between the compartmentalization I had created between the day child and the night child." (2003, p. 26)

I think change is possible, but only for individuals who were never truly gay in the first place and who have a strong personal motivation to recover their heterosexuality.

She knew that was not an honest prayer, and she did not linger over it. The right prayer would have been, Lord . . . I am miserable and bitter at heart, and old fears are rising up in me so that everything I do makes everything worse.

I am grateful for all those dark years, even though in retrospect they seem like a long, bitter prayer that was answered finally.

Mam?, [...] mai na?te-m? o dat?! Prima via?? nu prea mi-a ie?it. Cui nu i se poate întâmpla s? nu tr?iasc? dup? pofta inimii? Dar poate a doua oar?... [...] Tu nu te speria numai din atâta ?i na?te-m? mereu.

Scara la cer Un fir de paianjen Atârna de tavan. Exact deasupra patului meu. În fiecare zi observ Cum se lasa tot mai jos. Mi se trimite si Scara la cer - zic, Mi se arunca de sus. Desi am slabit îngrozitor de mult Sunt doar fantoma celui ce am fost Ma gândesc ca trupul meu Este totusi prea greu Pentru scara asta delicata. - Suflete, ia-o tu înainte. Pâs! Pâs!

Problema e dac? mai reu?e?ti sa ie?i din ceva, odat? ce te-ai n?scut.

Gata, Iona? R?zbim noi cumva la lumin?!

Incertitudine Mul?i m-au sf?tuit S? m? dau la fund pentru o vreme. E mai bine a?a, Pentru o vreme, ?i m-am dat. La fund to?i se împiedicau de mine. ?i-am ie?it iar la suprafa??. Acum om vedea...

Si je suis en pleine mer? Un jour, deux jours, un an, je nagerai sur le ventre. Quand je n'en pourrai plus, je me mettrai sur le dos. Ensuite, sur le côté. Puis sur un doigt, un fil de cheveu, un filet d' âme, un filet de souffle, un reste de soupir... Quoi qu'il advienne, je m'en sortirai. (extrait de "Jonas", p. 44)

Vina mea e c? m-am b?gat si-am încercat s? fac imposibilul, s? dau via?? unei scheme, s? inventez, s? pompez poezia ?i filozofia în ni?te pl?mâni mor?i.

Tu îmi storci vlaga ?i eu cred c? tu Îmi storci vlaga.

If you're a woman, it's almost impossible to establish a relationship. You're too much for everybody. It's too much. The woman always has to play this role of being fragile and dependent. And if you're not, they'are fascinated by you, but only for a little while. And then they want to change you and crush you. And then they leave. So, lots of lonely hotel rooms, my dear.

On one side is this strict orthodox religion, on the other is communism, and I am this little girl pulled between the two. It makes me who I am. It turns me into the kind of person that Freud would have a field day with, for sure.