Quotes About Struggle

Life is a passage ; trees fall. Tread on the evil, put down my misery!

Lo, great and small say, 'I wish i were dead' Little children say, "He should not have made me live!" Lo, children of nobles are dashed against wails, Infants are put out on high ground.

Ladies suffer like maidservants.

A man regards his son as his enemy.

Citizens come and go in desolation.

I look at an ant and I see myself: a native South African, endowed by nature with a strength much greater than my size so I might cope with the weight of a racism that crushes my spirit.

Is it wrong to trust in a beautiful lie if it helps you get through life?

Can't you just be like the rest of us, normal and sad and fucked up and alive and remorseful?

It was the first time that we had sort of articulated our major problem. She wanted to die and I wanted her to live and we were enemies who loved each other.

Dan wanted me to stay. I wanted Elf to stay. Everyone in the whole world was fighting with somebody to stay. When Richard Bach wrote "If you love someone, set them free" he can't have been directing his advice at human beings.

There must be satisfaction gained in accurately naming the thing that torments you.

None of us have ever asked the men for anything, Agata states. Not a single thing, not even for the salt to be passed, not even for a penny or a moment alone or to take the washing in or to open a curtain or to go easy on the small yearlings or to put your hand on the small of my back as I try, again, for the twelfth or thirteenth time, to push a baby out of my body.

It's hard to grieve in a town where everything that happens is God's will. It's hard to know what to do with your emptiness when you're not supposed to have emptiness.

The truth is, I don't have a catchy method of conversing and yet unfortunately suffer of a minute to minute basis the agony of the unexpressed thought.

At first, Comrade Professor described the injustices that the farmers had suffered at the hands of the rich. The time had come, he said, when the villagers could redress their wrongs. He called on the poor farmers to have no mercy on the karakuls, and, what struck us most, he called on us to destroy them. Killing the rich, he declared, was the only way for poor farmers to attain a better and more prosperous life.

Since the start of collectivization, the necessities of life had almost completely disappeared from the shelves of the village store.

To break his spirit, the village officials and the collective farm organizers hesitated at nothing The most powerful weapon in their hands was the tax. They levied taxes payable in kind and money. Every time Shost thought he had paid all that was required, more items were taxed, and more of the produce of this hand was taken from him. Finally, the day came when he had no more money or grain.

The communist rulers began to squeeze the peasants and farmers: the more prosperous among them were subjected to heavy taxes; the prices for grain were arbitrarily cut by 20 percent....

Svi smo mi nesretni i treba da se toleriramo! Svi smo mi promašeni i svi smo promašili. Samljeveni smo kao izme?u dva žrvnja... Pa zašto da sa krvavim prstima stupimo u tminu? Skomraka ?e isto tako jesti crvi kao i mene i tebe! Pa bi bilo glavno da poživimo tu gdje jesmo, kako najbolje znamo...

Pojedinac koji ho?e da se uzdigne iznad svojih bližnjih nalik je na kota? na blatnoj cesti: zakotrljao se, ali i zaprljat ?e se!

U civilu ?ak i nerv?ik koga svaka, i najmanja sitnica životna guši u grkljanu i cakle mu se o?i od neke neizrecive tuge.

Ti si nas mu?il, a ne nau?il.

Život je blatna cesta.

?ovjek živi u svojim vlastitim zatvorenim svjetovima, ima svoje vlastite ljepote, sovja vlastita živ?ana razdraženja, intenzivna, a ?esto neobi?no zanosna (i iskreno lijepa), ali tu ljepotu, tu istinitost svog vlastitog (estetskog) zanosa predati drugima, to je teško, a ?esto i neizvedivo. Upravo nemogu?e!