Quotes About Struggle

Poverty and scholarship have always gone hand in hand, it seems, and one can't help but wonder why that might be.

Pero la vida de los seres humanos es un infierno y lo cierto es que en este mundo hay poca ducha y muchas desgracias.

pero la desdicha tambien forma parte del destino.

Me pregunto cuál fué el punto de inflexión. ¿Qué fue lo que me decidió a seguir viviendo, lo que me otorgó esa fuerza necesaria para hacer algo que los demás dan por hecho?

É que os covardes temem até mesmo a felicidade. Machucam-se com algodão. Podem se ferir com a própria felicidade.

In any case, a completely invincible hero just isn't good story material.

People who live pretty sweet lives don't tend to be of much use to others.

I find it difficult to understand the kind of human being who lives, or who is sure he can live, purely, happily, serenely while engaged in deceit. Human beings never did teach me that abstruse secret.

All of us say such things when we're at our wit's end! We're all doing our best to survive.

Men are strange creatures. Can't a man be satisfied without having to beat everybody at everything?

Oh, life is too painful, the reality that confirms the universal belief that it is best not to be born. Thus everyday, from morning to night, I wait in despair for something. I wish I could be glad that I was born, that I am alive, that there are people and a world.

Submission or escape; to keep up the fair-and-square fight or compromise with lies; deception or placation; to be or not to be––which one is better? I don't know. I don't know, so it causes me suffering.

Humans are sorry, pitiful beings. No matter whether we succeed or fail, are intelligent or dimwitted, win or lose: we will harden our expressions and exert our strength, running around sweating from morning to evening, and meanwhile only grow older.

That's because he's desperate to have others believe him omnipotent. Pure stupidity! The world's not like that. You've got to bow before someone to get on. That's the only way—struggle ahead one step at a time while keeping the others back.

It wasn't an ordinary sickness. God had killed me, and only after He had made me into someone entirely different from the person I had been, did he call me back to life.

This was the first time in my life that I had become aware of the existence of the wall of despair built of all the many things in the world before which human strength is helpless.

Victims. Victims of a transitional period of morality. This is what we both certainly are. The revolution must be taking place somewhere, but the old morality persists unchanged in the world around us and lies athwart our way. However much the waves on the surface of the sea may rage, the water at the bottom, far from experiencing a revolution, lies motionless, awake but feigning sleep.

Ach, ?ycie ludzkie jest zbyt ?a?osne! Rzeczywisto??, w której wszyscy my?l?, ?e lepiej by?oby si? nie urodzi?. I tak codziennie, od rana do wieczora, jedynie na co? czekam. To zbyt ?a?osne. Ach, jak?e chcia?abym si? cieszy?, ?e si? urodzi?am, cieszy? si? z ?ycia, z ludzi, z tego ?wiata!

Zay?f insanlar mutluluktan bile korkar. ?plikle bile yaralan?rlar. Bazen mu?tluluk da insanlar? yaralayabilir.

Forget about all the women in the world. I can't even deal with one girl next door and I'm in such pain I feel like I'm going to die. And never mind my superior capabilities—I don't know the first thing about governing a kingdom. And as for people gazing at me in wonderment, well, all they do is deceive me. All that happens is they swindle me. I'm endlessly afraid of people. I am continually awed by them.

But there are times when one man's sense of justice may tear apart the peaceful domestic lives of other people.

It's just that humans are made imperfect from the very beginning.

Quero morrer. Quero morrer mais do que tudo. Não há mais chance de recuperação. Não importa o que faça, não importa como faça, estou fadado a falhar e adicionar uma camada de verniz à minha vergonha. Não posso sonhar em ir de bicicleta até uma cascata cercada de folhas verdes. São apenas crimes sujos empilhando-se sobre crimes miseráveis e meu sofrimento só cresce e fica ainda mais violento. Quero morrer. Preciso morrer: viver é uma fonte de pecados.

Çok iyi olman?n cezas? vard?r.