Quotes About Struggle

And you will understand all too soon That you, my children of battle, are your heroes

MY BLACK ME My father fed me Invisible Man, Native Son, No Longer at Ease, Black Man's Burden, and the more I read, the madder I got, and I already had reason to scream, but my father kept me dreaming of what words I might bring to the world.

I didn't have much in the world, but my fears were my own.

The lack of goodness in the young gun's heart was oxygen to the fire, and so he burned for a good long while before I woke. The dream stoked my faith in the judgment and justice that will come someday or this afternoon soon. I turn up the collar of my white robe, relieved to know that God's got me covered 'cause I'm good, but not that good.

Ready or not, I peer into your soul and dive deep... Your eyes don't like what I see. You don't want to be me. So you curse and smash the mirror which gets you what? A bit of blood , a handful of glass splinters, another source of pain.

Selling my soul would be a lot easier if I could just find it.

when you can't climb your way out of such a hole, you tend to crouch down and call it home…

There is something about spending Christmas alone, naked, sitting by the Christmas tree gripping a shotgun, that lets you know your life is spinning dangerously outta control.

When you die, every single muscle in your body hurts. Your body has closed down because it thinks it's done, and when it gets rebooted, every inch of you hurts. Plus I'd had the shit beaten out of me with a baseball bat.

Life can be cruel. It´s been my struggle, my personal battle, my obsession to make people see that different isn´t always bad.

What's worse? Being strung out or being fat?

I saw that I'd get nowhere on the straight path, and that to go crookedly was straighter.

Do we ever get what we really want? Do we ever achieve what our powers have ostensibly equipped us for? No: everything works by contraries.

This was not the old Chichikov. This was some wreckage of the old Chichikov. The inner state of his soul might be compared to a demolished building, which has been demolished so that from it a new one could be built; but the new one has not been started yet, because the infinitive plan has not yet come from the architect and the workers are left in perplexity.

He was no stranger to compassion: his heart was open to many good impulses, though his rank often prevented their manifestation.

Un artista anche nell'angoscia esprime tranquillità.

Entre las penas con que nuestra vida está tejida, luce siempre un chispazo de alegría.

Human problems are difficult things to solve. Sometimes a man may be drawn into a vicious circle, so that, having once entered it, he ceases to be himself.

Así desapareció un ser humano a quien nadie defendió, a quien nadie había querido, por quien nadie se interesó… Fue un ser que soportó humildemente las burlas de sus colegas y que bajó a la tumba sin haber realizado nada extraordinario.

Dio mio, come sei bella, a volte, lunga, lunga strada. Quante volte, come un naufrago che sta per affogare mi sono afferrato a te, e tu ogni volta mi hai raccolto misericordiosa e mi hai salvato! E quante idee meravigliose sono nate in te, quante fantasie poetiche, quante impressioni stupende ho provato!

God, what is our life! An eternal discord between dream and reality!

for there is no greater torment for a man than to desire revenge and be unable to get it.

De que modo estranho e incompreensível o destino brinca connosco! Será que alguma vez alcançamos aquilo que almejamos? Será que conseguimos aquilo que, parece, as nossas forças foram expressamente preparadas? Tudo se passa ao contrário.

Ce frumos e?ti câteodat? drumule, drumule îndep?rtat! De câte ori, ca unul care piere ?i se îneac?, m-am ag??at de tine ?i tu de fiecare dat? m-ai scos cu m?rinimie la mal ?i m-ai salvat! ?i câte idei minunate, câte vis?ri poetice mi-au venit în minte în timp ce te str?b?team, câte impresii încânt?toare mi-ai prilejuit!...