Quotes About Struggle

?çindeki ?air hiçbir zaman ölmemi? ama [...] onu, kendinden yap?lma bir hapishanede kilit alt?na alm??t?.

Kas?m: ... kalbimin kuyusunda bir y?lan uyuyor bilmiyorum ne zaman u?rar d??ar? öyle zamanlarda tan?m?yorum ne kalbimi ne kendimi kan döktükçe ar?n?yorum suçlar?mdan daha büyük günahlara... ar?n?yorum f?rt?nal? ruhlar?n f?rt?nal? havalarda sakinle?mesi gibi içimdeki gazab? d???mdaki dünyada görünce uysalla??yorum ... Geyikler Lanetler / Mezopotamya Üçlemesi

ç?plak yara gö?sümüze dizilmi? deniz kabuklar? içimizde bir türlü yat??mayan yaral? hayvan kendimizi dünyaya çarpa çarpa k?rmaya çal??t???m?z kabuk neye küsmü?sek küsmü?üz bir kere, içimizde küs çizgisi denize benzeyen ya da denizsizli?e el ele tutu?tu?umuzda, bir yazg? gibi avucumuzun içinde

daha önce de ba?ka ?iirlerde konaklam??t?m a??r s?navlar vermi?tim de?i?en ruh iklimlerinde

it is hard to keep your feet on the earth while your heart looks for the heavens.

But planted in our flesh these valleys stand, everywhere we begin to know the illness, are forced up, and our times confirm us all.

I wake up choking, and my wife "rolls me over on my left side; "then I'm asleep in the dream I always see: "the tunnel choked "the dark wall coughing dust.

The boy worked there about eighteen months, came home one evening with a shortness of breath. He said, "Mother, I cannot get my breath." Shirley was sick about three months. I would carry him from his bed to the table, from his bed to the porch. in my arms.

Did you ever bury thirty-five men in a place in back of your house, thirty-five tunnel workers the doctors didn't attend, died in the tunnel camps, under rocks, everywhere, world without end.

And still go down. Now ladder-mouth; and the precipitous fear, uncertain rungs down into after-night. "This is the place. Away from this my life I am indeed Adam unparadiz'd. Some fools call this the Black Hole of Calcutta, I don't know how they ever get to Congress.

Always our wars have been our confessions of weakness

It is growing worse every day. At night "I get up to catch my breath. If I remained "flat on my back I believe I would die.

In our time, they say there is no penalty for writing poems. They say this. This is the penalty.

This is the dark. Lights strung up all the way. Depression; and driven deeper in, by hunger, pistols, and despair, they took the tunnel.

I consider rugged individualism to be an exaggerated pretend posture of a person struggling against emotional fusion. The differentiated person is always aware of others and the relationship system around him.

Each of us lives with a sword over his head. There are those who can ignore its shadow and those who cannot. Those who cannot are not necessarily better than those who can. But they are the creators of the special myth of their time, because any myth is the creation of the very few who cannot bear reality.

Of all the numerous forms that governments have taken over the centuries, of all the concepts and institutions that have been tried, none has succeeded in keeping the State in check. The problem of the State is evidently as far from solution as ever.

just because one suffers from depression, from childhood memories, or from whatever does not necessarily mean that one is not in the grip of a power complex!

To the jumpers overhearing the conversation it was obvious—Troop had come down with another case of dragon fever. The Don Quixote of smokejumping was once again engaged in mortal combat with this, his latest windmill.

A believer is as the two pans of a scale, that whenever his faith increases his afflictions increase.

1. Dear ladies, if your friend advises you to walk, enjoy life, pursue a career, and not think about the feelings of the male? So, she wishes you happy loneliness in middle and old age. 2. Even in the worst, there is something funny. 3. We die exactly as much as the world ceases to be needed. 4. Humanity is drowning in its own shit.

1. Impotence is like you are undead. 2. Depression is an endless void of timeless darkness or twilight.

1. People are difficult teenagers. 2. Planet earth is the planet of perverse children. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Depression is a cocoon of rebirth. You become a person super deep and not of the world of everything.