Quotes About Struggle

Sometimes I write to keep from going crazy. There's a world of things I don't feel free to talk to anyone about.

Or maybe she just went crazy because her God was demanding too much of her. She was no Job. In real life, how many people are?

the Apocalypse" or more commonly, more bitterly, "the Pox" lasted from 2015 through 2030—a decade and a half of chaos. This

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.

O que Weylin dissera? Que ser educada não significava ser esperta. Ele tinha certa razão. Nada na minha educação ou no conhecimento do futuro havia me ajudado a escapar.

You're really going to let me go?" "Tomorrow." It was our twenty-fifth night together. He still pretended to ignore me during the day, but it had apparently become so much trouble for him to manufacture hatred against me at night. He accepted what I did for him and he did not insult me. He didn't insult anyone.

All 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 together.

Better to stay alive," I said. "At least while there's a chance to get free." I thought of the sleeping pills in my bag and wondered just how great a hypocrite I was. It was so easy to advise other people to live with their pain.

But every baby is an anchor for young parents navigating the stormy waters of daily life; every baby is an anchor for those who are looking for their true north, their purpose, their identity. We give our parents hope when they drift from bad times to bad times to worse.

For what I give, not what I take, For battle, not for victory, My prayer of thanks I make.

You never know what events are going to transpire to get you home.

Man is a victim of dope In the incurable form of hope!

Were it not for frustration and humiliation I suppose the human race would get ideas above its station.

Alas! The only flower known to have wings is the butterfly; all others stand helpless before the destroyer.

This tumultuous sea of foolish troubles which we call life are constantly in a state of misery while vainly trying to appear happy and contented. We stagger in the attempt to keep our moral equilibrium, and see forerunners of the tempest in every cloud that floats on the horizon. Yet there is joy and beauty in the roll of the billows as they sweep outward toward eternity. Why not enter into their spirit, or, like Liehtse, ride upon the hurricane itself?

that the Ukrainian choice is a choice between nonexistence and an existence that kills you, and that all of our hapless literature is merely a cry of someone pinned down by a beam in a building after an earthquake—I'm here! I'm still alive!—but, unfortunately, the rescue teams are taking their time and on your own—how the hell are you supposed to get out?

That's what cell phones are for—to mask our rapidly progressing helplessness vis-à-vis the real world when we find ourselves face to face with it.

he tried hard to analyse his feelings about the human species, and the causes of his own fluctuation between adoration and contemptuous resentment

My life had lost its relish when liberty was gone.

Det vonde drep du ikkje med øks.

Without balance, a life is no longer worth the effort.

When he woke his conviction of failure was somehow less inevitable.

While our expectations for the future are all that really keep us going, the failure of those expectations is the source of all our sadness.

It had been a five-year exercise in self-immolation.