Quotes About Struggle

I didn't know how bad it would be or when it would come. But everything was getting worse: the climate, the economy, crime, drugs, you know. I didn't believe we would be allowed to sit behind our walls, looking clean and fat and rich to the hungry, thirsty, homeless, jobless, filthy people outside.

I like Curtis Talcott a lot. Maybe I love him. Sometimes I think I do. He says he loves me. But if all I had to look forward to was marriage to him and babies and poverty that just keeps getting worse, I think I'd kill myself.

struggles Are essentially power struggles. Who will rule, Who will lead, Who will define, refine, confine, design, Who will dominate. All struggles Are essentially power struggles, And most are no more intellectual than two rams knocking their heads

West," I said bitterly. "That's where they're doing it to the Indians instead of the blacks!" He looked at me strangely. He had been doing that a lot lately.

Cities controlled by big companies are old hat in science fiction. My grandmother left a whole bookcase of old science fiction novels. The company-city subgenre always seemed to star a hero who outsmarted, overthrew, or escaped "the company." I've never seen one where the hero fought like hell to get taken in and underpaid by the company. In real life, that's the way it will be. That's the way it is.

Slaves did that two hundred years ago. They sneaked around and educated themselves as best they could, sometimes suffering whipping, sale, or mutilation for their efforts.

Why do you keep trying to kill yourself?" I hadn't expected an answer so I was surprised when she spoke quietly. "Most of the time living just isn't worth the trouble.

She went to him. She adjusted, became a quieter more subdued person. She didn't kill, but she died a little.

ALIVE! Still alive. Alive … again. Awakening was hard, as always. The ultimate disappointment. It was a struggle to take in enough air to drive off nightmare sensations of asphyxiation. Lilith Iyapo lay gasping, shaking with the force of her effort.

Rape, robbery, and now murder. Of course I think about it. Everyone thinks about it. Everyone worries. I wish I could get out of here.' 'Where would you go?' 'That's it, isn't it? There's nowhere to go.' 'There might be.' 'Not if you don't have money. Not if all you know how to do is take care of babies and cook.

It hurts like hell," I warned. He shrugged. "Most things do.

We walk the highways and scrounge and scavenge and ask for work, and all of that reminds people that what's happened to us can happen to them. They don't like to think about stuff like that, so they get mad at us. They make the cops arrest us or run us out of town.

But God exists to be shaped. It isn't enough for us to just survive, limping along, playing business as usual while things get worse and worse. If that's the shape we give to God, then someday we must become too weak—too poor, too hungry, too sick—to defend ourselves. Then we'll be wiped out. There has to be more that we can do, a better destiny that we can shape.

Drowning people Sometimes die Fighting their rescuers. EARTHSEED: THE BOOKS OF THE LIVING

Drowning people Sometimes die Fighting their rescuers. EARTHSEED:

The penalty for being too poor to be worth robbing is a beating, a rape, and/or death.

When no influence is strong enough To unify people They divide.

Naturally, trouble makes for greater drama than does happiness, and it asks more in the way of human response

Why can't I do what others have done - ignore the obvious. Live a normal life. It's hard enough just to do that in this world.

Gli essere umani sono bravissimi sono bravissimi a crearsi un inferno perfino nell'abbondanza.

I couldn't move her. She was afraid, and that made her defensive.

When apparent stability disintegrates, As it must— God is Change— People tend to give in To fear and depression, To need and greed. When no influence is strong enough To unify people They divide. They struggle, One against one, Group against group, For survival, position, power.

Cities controlled by big companies are old hat in science fiction. My grandmother left a whole bookcase of old science fiction novels. The company-city genre always seemed to star a hero who outsmarted, overthrew, or escaped "the company." I've never seen one where the hero fought like hell to get taken in and underpaid by the company. In real life, that's the way it will be. That's the way it is.

All struggles Are essentially power struggles.