Quotes About Struggle

Every Night & every Morn Some to Misery are Born Every Morn & every Night Some are Born to sweet delight, Some are born to Endless Night.

think alcohol is worse than other wares? People need to drink, life is hard!

sometimes it seems to me we're living in a world 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 proste - my?la? Mieczy? Wojnicz, ?ykaj?c ?zy, które miesza?y si? z krwi? zwierz?cia w jego w?t?ym ciele - by? m??czyzn? to nauczy? si? ignorowa? to, co sprawia k?opot. Oto ca?a tajemnica.

A man's free to do what he wants with his life, until he falls foul of the banks," Dizzy sermonized with contagious certainty.

But I know that writing on bags is something people do only out of anxiety and uncertainty. Neither defeat nor the greatest success is conducive to writing.

On the other hand, maybe God was taking away my children so as to bring me closer to Jacob.

At least I knew all about falling in love. It was the falling out that I couldn't manage.

The first blow is half the battle.

She was all of a muck of sweat.

My friends, my children, and fellow sufferers, when I reflect on the distribution of good and evil here below, I find that much has been given man to enjoy, yet still more to suffer. Though we should examine the whole world, we shall not find one man so happy as to have nothing left to wish for; but we daily see thousands who by suicide shew us they have nothing left to hope. In this life then it appears that we cannot be entirely blest; but yet we may be completely miserable!

Mortifications are often more painful than real calamities.

She paints a pretty picture, but the story has a twist Her paintbrush is a razor, her canvas is her wrist. She paints a pretty picture in a colour that's blood red. While using her sharp paintbrush, she ends up finally dead. The pretty picture is fading quite slowly on her arm. Blood no longer runs through her, she can no longer do harm. Yes, she painted a pretty picture but the story has a twist, you see, her mind was her razor, and her heart was her wrist.

Human kind cannot bear very much reality'.

among a people hurried and busy and preoccupied, some in the pursuit of riches, some in the pursuit of pleasure, and some, the majority, in the struggle for existence, there arise in every generation, here and there, one or two great souls—men who

Some men never recover from education.

I would vote for the man who's lived life, who's done different occupations, who's been out in the real world and struggled to make a living, struggled to raise a family, struggled with life as it exists. So I'd vote for experience, honest experience.

To fail is not tragic. To be human, is.

Wars throughout history have been waged for conquest and plunder. … And that is war in a nutshell. The master class has always declared the wars; the subject class has always fought the battles.

But always there was that dark thought -- Vietnam

I was heartbroken, but used to it; the patterns of struggle and failure in life tend to repeat themselves.

La guerra duró tres años. La República cayó en la primavera de 1939, y con ella no solo cien mil soldados republicanos y cinco mil voluntarios extranjeros, sino los sueños y esperanzas de una gran parte de la humanidad.

The fight for freedom must go on until it is won until our country is free and happy and peaceful as part of the community of man, we cannot rest.

Society is always trying in some way to grind us down to a single flat surface.