Quotes About Struggle

Your improvement may bother people who are used to you existing below their level. They may openly campaign for you to get your life together, but they secretly relish their superiority over you.

Tote dat barge!Lif' dat bale!Git a little drunk,An' you land in jail.Ah gits wearyAn' sick of tryin'Ah'm tired of livin'An' skeered of dyin',But Ol' Man River,He jes' keeps rollin' along.

I know the world is filled with troubles and many injustices. But reality is as beautiful as it is ugly. I think it is just as important to sing about beautiful mornings as it is to talk about slums. I just couldn't write anything without hope in it.

Poverty was a dog whose teeth sank deep.

In America a bread never came without complications.

Oscar Hijuelos

I have no trouble with my enemies. But my goddam friends,...they are the ones that keep me walking the floor nights.

Architecture will always express the technical and social progress of the country in which it is carried out. If we wish to give it the human content that it lacks, we must participate in the political struggle.

When liberty comes with hands dabbled in blood it is hard to shake hands with her.

In the wild struggle for existance, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place.

The worst form of tyranny the world has ever known the tyranny of the weak over the strong. It is the only tyranny that lasts.

Ambition is the last refuge of failure.

my wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to death. one or the other has to go.

One by one forging his laws, to be flungLike horseshoes at the head, the eye, or the groin.And every killing is a treatFor the broad-chested Ossete.

I am wearied to death with life. There's nothing it has that I want, but I celebrate my naked earth, there's no other world to descant.

The wolfhound century leaps at my shoulders, But I am no wolf by blood.

The spiritual disposition of a poet inclines to catastrophe.

I was now resolved to do everything in my power to defeat the system.

Instauro brechas e vãos. O mundo é uma constelação de espadas regirantes e todas as manhãs, esta pergunta me assalta: "Como sobreviver?

We are built for the valley, for the ordinary stuff we are in, and that is where we have to prove our mettle.

The great enemy of the life of faith in God is not sin, but the good which is not good enough. The good is always the enemy of the best.

God gives us the vision, then he takes us down to the valley to batter us into the shape of the vision, and it is in the valley that so many of us faint and give way. Every vision will be made real if we will have patience.

God's end is to enable me to see that he can walk on the chaos of my life just now.

I am blind to the very things that make for our own peace.