Quotes About Struggle

Tis all a Checker-board of Nights and days where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates and slays, and one by one back in the Closet lays.

mientras respira el tirano, la libertad se asfixia".

No entiendo a esta humanidad que degüella a los pueblos y perdona a los déspotas Robespierre

The path to God goes through that most difficult of beings, the human being

I feel amazed when I look back on those days and the things that I learned to tolerate. How much my ability to tolerate hurts flung at me has taken out of me!

even states with robust laws and a strong commitment to human rights can find it hard to secure all rights for all persons who are (wholly or partly, continuously or episodically) within their borders.

I am a woman in process. I'm just trying like everybody else. I try to take every conflict, every experience, and learn from it. Life is never dull.

It's much easier for me to make major life, multi-million dollar decisions, than it is to decide on a carpet for my front porch. That's the truth.

My unhappiness protects me from life.

Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall,the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will. What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?

I am known for a life spent in the struggle for freedom, and freedom includes the freedom of religion.

Have you ever thought that war is a madhouse and that everyone in the war is a patient?

La Vita ha 4 sensi: Amare, soffrire, lottare e Vincere. Chi ama soffre. Chi soffre lotta. Chi lotta vince. Ama molto, soffri poco, lotta tanto, VINCI SEMPRE.

Però il rimpianto esiste, e i legami esistono, radicati in noi come alberi che non cedono neanche all'uragano, inevitabili come la fame e la sete. Non te ne puoi mai liberare, anche se ci provi con tutta la tua volontà, la tua logica. Magari credi di averli dimenticati e un giorno riaffiorano, irrimediabilmente, spietati, per metterti la corda al collo più di qualsiasi boia. E strozzarti.

Glory is a heavy burden, a murdering poison, and to bear it is an art. And to have that art is rare.

Only those who have cried a lot can appropriate life in all its beauty and have a good laugh. It's easy to cry, hard to laugh.

Aggiungo che a pensarci bene quest'Italia non è un'Italia ideale. È un'Italia che nonostante tutto esiste. Zittita, ridicolizzata, sbeffeggiata, diffamata, insultata, ma esiste. Quindi guai a chi me la tocca. Guai a chi me la invade. Guai a chi me la ruba.

Non è vero che non credi all'amore, mamma. Ci credi tanto da straziarti perché ne vedi così poco, e perché quello che vedi non è mai perfetto. Tu sei fatta d'amore. Ma è sufficiente credere all'amore se non si crede alla vita?

quell'Italia, l'Italia povera che ne consegue. Povera nell'onore, nell'orgoglio, nella conoscenza, e perfino nella grammatica.

La vita é una tale fatica, bambino. E una guerra che si ripete ogni giorno, e i suoi momenti di gioia sono parentesi brevi che si pagano un prezzo crudele.

What's the point anyway — Of suffering, dying? It teaches us to live, boy. A man who does not struggle does not live, he survives.

Life is such an effort, Child. It's a war that is renewed each day, and its moments of joy are brief parentheses for which you pay a cruel price.

A lot of women ask themselves why they should bring a child into the world? So that it will be hungry, so that it will be cold, so that it will be betrayed and humiliated, so that it will be slaughtered by war or disease? They reject the hope that its hunger will be satisfied, its cold warmed, that loyalty and respect will accompany it through life, that it will be a devote a life to the effort to eliminate war and disease.

If a man is a man and not a sheep in the flock, he has a survival instinct in him that leads him to fight even if he realizes he's fighting in vain, even if he knows he will lose..