Quotes About Struggle

Wind against window—let the words fight it out— As I try to remember: What is it That's so late in coming? What was it I understood so well last night, so well it kissed me, Sweetly, on the forehead?

Vivíamos para resistir, y resistíamos para vivir.

As a matter of fact, the idea of death seeped into our blood. We would die, anyway, whatever happened. We would be gassed, we would be burned, we would be hanged, or we would be shot. The members of the underground at least knew that if they died, they would die fighting for something.

Wie pani, czasem mam wra?enie, ?e ?yjemy w ?wiecie, który sobie wymy?lamy. Ustalamy sobie, co jest dobre, a co nie, rysujemy mapy znacze?... A potem ca?e ?ycie zmagamy si? z tym, co?my sobie wykoncypowali. Problem polega na tym, ?e ka?dy ma swoj? wersj?, i dlatego tak trudno jest si? ludziom dogada?.

You know what, sometimes it seems to me we're living in a world that we fabricate for ourselves. We decide what's good and what isn't, we draw maps of meanings for ourselves . . . And then we spend our whole lives struggling with what we have invented for ourselves. The problem is that each of us has our own version of it, so people find it hard to understand each other.

On a Wednesday in January, at seven in the morning, it's plain to see that the world was not made for Man, and definitely not for his comfort or pleasure.

Anyone who has ever tried to write a novel knows what an arduous task it is, undoubtedly one of the worst ways of occupying oneself. You have to remain within yourself all the time, in solitary confinement. It's a controlled psychosis, an obsessive paranoia manacled to work, completely lacking in the feather pens and bustles and Venetian masks we would ordinarily associate with it, clothed instead in a butcher's apron and rubber boots, eviscerating knife in hand.

Come back to me. The world is terrible and it can kill you. Look at the earthquakes, the volcanic eruptions, the fires and the floods," He thundered from the rain clouds. "Oh, come on, I'll manage," man replied, and was gone.

Ka?dy z nas siedzi okrakiem na granicy mi?dzy w?asnym ?wiatem wewn?trznym a ?wiatem zewn?trznym i niebezpiecznie balansuje. To bardzo niewygodna pozycja i niewielu udaje si? utrzyma? równowag?.

To tell the truth, I like the concept of evil people who eliminated each other, in a chain.

Tak wi?c mam przed oczami ci?gle ten obraz, jak w czasie rosyjskiego obl??enia, gdy wali?y dzia?a i kruszy?y si? mury twierdzy, gdy trz?s?a si? ostrzeliwana ziemia i ludzie padali jak muchy, Pan w izbie oficerskiej przy wie?y swojego wi?zienia ssa? kobiec? pier? i naprawia? w ten sposób dziurawy, n?dzny ?wiat.

Many times Annushka had tried to barter with anyone she could, with God, with the Virgin, with Saint Parascheva, with the whole iconostasis, even with the closer, vaguer realm of fate.

Sometimes I feel as if we're living inside a tomb, a large, spacious one for lots of people. I looked at the world wreathed in gray Murk, cold and nasty. The prison is not outside, but inside each of us. Perhaps we simply don't know how to live without it.

I could feel the huge, unbearable burden of my own body.

we fabricate for ourselves. We decide what's good and what isn't, we draw maps of meanings for ourselves . . . And then we spend our whole lives struggling with what we have invented for ourselves. The problem is that each of us has our own version of it, so people find it hard to understand each other.

To tell the truth, I liked the concept of evil people who eliminate each other, in a chain.

You Know what, sometimes it seems to me we've living in a world that fabricate for ourselves. We decide what's good and what isn't, we draw maps of meanings for ourselves...And then we spend our whole lives struggling with what we have invented for ourselves. The problems is that each of us has our own version of it, so people find it hard to understand each other

Czyli nie da si? zawróci? kobiety z samoniszcz?cej drogi choroby umys?owej? (...) - U m??czyzny silna wola pomo?e zwalczy? niektóre pokusy szale?stwa, lecz kobiety s? jej prawie zupe?nie pozbawione i nie maj? ?adnego or??a do walki.

Here the sky hangs over us dark and low, like a dirty screen, on which the clouds are fighting fierce battles.

Florentynka wcale nie uwa?a?a si? za wariatk?. Ksi??yc prze?ladowa? j?, jak ka?dy normalny prze?ladowca. Ale której? nocy wydarzy?o si? co? dziwnego.

sometimes it happens that the souls of parents and children are fundamentally hostile to one another, and they meet in life in order to remedy this hostility.

În ianuarie, în zilele de miercuri, la ?apte diminea?a, se vede c? lumea nu a fost creat? pentru om ?i cu siguran?? nu pentru confortul ?i pl?cerea lui.

How will he get by in the desert without bowls and plates, without coal stoves, without carpets to lie down on with the little ones? Without his toilet, without the view from the window onto the square and the fountains with their crystal-clear water.

The world is quite a perilous pilgrimage for those who sigh after eternity,