Quotes About Struggle

You can't change a regime on the basis of compassion. There's got to be something harder.

I would be guilty only if I were innocent of working to destroy racism in my country.

what it really was like to live a life determined by the struggle to be free, as desert dwellers' days are determined by the struggle against thirst and those of dwellers amid snow and ice by the struggle against the numbing of cold.

It's not a class struggle for blacks, it's a race struggle. The main reason why we're still where we are is blacks haven't united as blacks because we're told all the time to do it is to be racist.

Loving my Poet as I do, though, I try hard to understand what a poet is. The first clue lies in the fact that my Poet—every poet—is an insomniac. My own reads or wanders about our apartment for the best part of most nights. She told me she often feels she would give up every poem she's ever written for one good night's sleep.

One of the many impressive things about The Way of Glory is how lightly it wears its scrupulous research. This fine novel invites you to lose yourself to the compelling character and tumultuous life of a young woman trying to find God and love at the heart of a crusade rooted in greed and hate. This is a remarkable debut by a writer to watch.

A child is born where his mother suffers most-- is that not always true?

We are like a woman with a difficult pregnancy. We have to rebuild the social classes in Egypt, and we must change the way things were.

Elle se demande par quel jeu secret du destin son sort est tombé entre les mains des criminels.

Les hommes se plaignent des centaines de fois devant Dieu de leur souffrance, de leur blessure, de leur douleur. Mais ils ne savent pas que c'est la souffrance et la douleur qui les rendirent bons et justes. Ils ne savent pas d'avantage que c'est la grâce et la faveur qui les éloignèrent de Créateur, qui les exclurent de son entourage.

En réalité, chacun de tes ennemis est ton remède, ton élixir, ton bienfaiteur, ton vrai ami. Car tu t'enfuis de lui et tu implores Dieu. En revanche, tes amis sont des ennemis. Car, en t'occupant, ils t'éloignent de la présence divine.

Divorce of the intellect from body-labour has made of us the shortest-lived, most resourceless and most exploited nation on earth.(This is about Indians - due to caste division).

She wished he'd stop touching her. Not because she didn't like it but because she liked it far too much. It made her hunger for things that could never be hers. And if someone went hungry for too long, they started to starve. Started to hurt.

He was strong. And his heart, it was breaking.

God hates me," she heard him mutter. "Now there are two of them.

He'd been so angry at her -always pushing his buttons, that girl. But then he'd taken her into his arms, and all that anger had blazed into a darker, hotly possessive need that had urged him to bend his head, bite down on the throbbing pulse in her neck, leave a mark.

Because he, more than anyone, knew that sometimes, love wasn't enough. Sometimes, people changed so deeply that the change broke love itself.

To fight is to face death once more, perhaps the total annihilation of their kind. But to run... is that not also a kind of annihilation?

Smiling, she went for his throat and almost had him, when—using a move that was all sorts of illegal—he flipped her again so her front pressed into the leaf-laden ground, her wrists still locked in his iron grip and pinned above her head. "Cheater." "So says the woman who tried to kick my balls into my throat," he pointed out, even as he licked the salt off the skin of her neck in a lazy and highly provocative move.

This was war.Who the hell cared about playing fair?

he was the monster that stalked nightmare and they both knew it

When you suffer such a big hurt, the longer you permit it to live in you, the bigger it grows, until it seeks to devour your soul.

Some battles, a woman has to fight on her own

Sascha. The only child she had ever borne. The cardinal who everyone had told Nikita was flawed, but who she'd known was a power who could not be allowed to come into her own. To do so would equal her death. So she'd crushed her child, and in so doing, saved her life and forever lost her.