Quotes About Struggle

The most difficult struggle of all is the one within ourselves. Let us not get accustomed and adjusted to these conditions. The one who adjusts ceases to discriminate between good and evil. He becomes a slave in body and soul. Whatever may happen to you, remember always: Don't adjust! Revolt against the reality!

Black history is American history.

With all due respect." Victoria panted against the growing sexual hunger battling her temper for dominance. "Eat shit and die, sir.

Hating is easy. It's loving that's hard

At one time the Irish had been forbidden by English law to educate their children, to own a horse worth more than five pounds, to play the Irish pipes, to wear the color green… the list went on and on. Most of the oppressive statutes were no longer enforced, but the shamed submission they had engendered remained.

I walk on the surface of a shifting bog. I have to grab for whatever I can find that is solid.

Sisyphus. Have you people nothing better

When life is victorious, there is birth when it is thwarted, there is death. A warrior is always engaged in a life-and-death struggle for Peace.

What a pity. He was too strong for his own good." People possessing tremendous strength have a very difficult time controlling themselves and easily make enemies.)

The Art of Peace is not easy. It is a fight to the finish, the slaying of evil desires and all falsehood within

People possessing tremendous strength have a very difficult time controlling themselves and easily make enemies.)

A warrior is always engaged in a life-and-death struggle for peace.

I've experienced waves of hopelessness and despair, alternating with determination and enthusiasm for living.

I've experienced increased insecurity because of my increased vulnerability to illness.

A veces, los padres no pueden proteger a sus hijos incluso aunque les quieran más que a nada en el mundo. A veces incluso cuando lo intentan con todas sus fuerzas, no pueden salvarlos. Puedo

Sometimes,' he says [Barney], his voice shaking as well,' parents can't protect their kids even though they love them more than anything in the world.

I feel the life slipping out of me. When the pain comes, I cry out, but there is no prayer in it, only fear. I kneel and recite my office and the Rosary but the words are empty - dry gourds rattling in the silence. The dark is terrible and I feel so alone. I see no signs but the symbols of contradiction. I try to dispose myself to faith, hope and charity, but my will is a blown reed in the winds of despair.

If prayer fails I am in a greater darkness yet, not knowing whether I have presumed too much or believed too little.

I can't tell you why God made you the way you are any more than I can tell you why he's planted a carcinoma in my stomach to make me die painfully while other men die peacefully in their sleep. The cogs of creation seem to slip all the time. Babies are born with two heads, mothers of families run crazy with carving knives, men die in plague, famine and thunderstorms. Why? Only God knows.

En todas partes el hombre ha tomado conciencia de sí mismo como un animal de tránsito y lucha desesperadamente por afirmar su derecho a lo mejor del mundo durante el breve período que habita en él.

You are not born to peace, my friend. This is the first thing you must accept. You will not come to it, perhaps, till the day you die. Each of us has his own cross, you know, made and fitted to his reluctant shoulders.

we cannot war on despair

That feeling of hopelessness only serves your masters.

I don't think fascism is dying for.