Quotes About Struggle

Old Mother God, Old Father God— they keep us trapped. And we do give up. We pull the covers over our head, and go back to sleep. Only to dream of old dragons, old alligators, old crocodiles drinking our blood. To dream of cold-eyed lawmakers saying, This is the way it's always been done. It works. It will stay this way. And you will obey.

The solid line throughout was my trying to make space to fly and forever smashing my wings against the bars of the cage. Granted, the cage grew bigger and very big, but I was always beyond the collective in my soul and always cut back by the collective in my body.

It has never been, and never will be easy work! But the road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveler than the road built in despair, even though they both lead to the same destination.

Soldiers in the heat of battle; death-row prisoners; explorers stranded in deserts, jungles, on mountaintops; anyone sick or lost or just tired and bewildered: we all wanted our mothers.

All the books she'd read had taught her nothing about what you do when your mother doesn't die but turns into someone you don't know, someone who doesn't take care of you anymore.

Lucía la miró y cayó en la cuenta de que ella jamás tendría una vida doméstica normal, porque sus pensamientos estaban demasiado contaminados por el pasado.

The Jacobin leaders were beset on many sides by enemies, both open and covert. But in the end the most dangerous and unforgiving enemies they faced were themselves. In choosing terror, they chose a path that led to self-destruction.

The next day, Mary walked through the rubble of their destroyed house. They had never had anything but now they had nothing. Mary realized how different those two conditions were.

Because every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, strive for, wound everything around you.

I knew they would kill me when they found out, but…" He struggled for words, releasing a sharp breath. I think I realized that I would rather die because I betrayed them, than live because I betrayed you.

It all made me realize I wasn't the only one who wasn't sure they belonged. There was no one right way to fit in--it seemed like everyone was finding their own place, even if that place was on the edge of things. Still, there had to be ways to make it easier.

One bloody battle followed another. Sometimes the North won, sometimes the South, but always the soldiers lost, thousands of them dying or maimed.

We're Irishmen, and our food is being sent away, grown in Irish soil to feed English bellies, while ours are empty and our people starve and

Twee jaar later, in die winter van 1995, het sy die eindfluitjie vir haar huwelik hoor blaas. Alles was verby, daar is nie eens meer beseringstyd oor nie. Niemand het die stryd gewen nie, albei kante het verloor. Daar kon nie 'n wenner in hierdie kragmeting wees nie.

We're each on our own tightrope. All we can do is pick one another up after we fall.

his years of war: an utter helplessness in the face of this monstrous violence.

that in the larger sense of life's struggle, most of us are wounded in combat.

one again, even if it was a painted smile. Sometimes a painted smile was the only one you had.

Chiara grew serious. 'Our generation hardly knows what happiness is,' she said. 'Everything's been messed up for us. Even when the war is over, there'll be years of gloom to follow. Take this in both hands, darling. It's a gift from the gods.

his desperate sale of The Rite of Spring to Walt Disney, to be used in an animated film called Fantasia.

But that was war. Where ignorant armies clash by night.

There's been so much destruction and unhappiness around me – and my life has been a fairy tale.

I was a westerner in Iran, an Iranian in the West. I had no identity. I didn't even know anymore why I was living.

Avoiding the Scylla of the nunnery, Hermia sails dangerously close to the Charybdis of Titania's lust for the ass-headed Bottom, but emerges safely, and somewhat more self-knowledgeably, into the orderly harbor of marriage.