Quotes About Struggle

I've decided that perhaps I'm bulimic and just keep forgetting to purge.

Woman, I've crushed more Campbells than ye'll ever know, and Ill go to my grave with a Campbell's heart clutched within my fingers." "Will that heart be mine, my laird?" "It might.

Robert used to tell me it is not the victory but why a man fights the battle which makes him a hero

Would she ever get used to the way his eyes tried to speak to her from beyond the darkness that plagued him?

Satans balls

it is not the victory but why a man fights the battle which makes him a hero. Kate speaking to Callum in LAIRD OF THE MIST

Love is the common currency of the poor.

And in a way, this was how he had come to see his death, as a series of small ones taking place over the course of his life and leading finally to the main event, which would be so anti-climatic, so undramatic (a sudden violent seizure in his long abused heart, a quick massive flooding of the brain) it would go unnoticed. It was the small deaths occurring over an entire lifetime that took the greater toll.

A country where everybody always running from the next body feeling they's better. But mark my words, one of these days they gon all run out of where-to-run. ~ Ulene

A country where everybody always running from the next body feeling they's better. But mark my words, one of these days they gon all run out of where-to-run.

The Captain's hand went to his forehead. A dreadful loss of status in the world. In his world. Loss of reputation and the regard of our fellow persons is in any society, from Iceland to East Indies, a terrible blow to the spirit.

How many human beings remain in this world, unvanquished and at liberty in plains like these? So few, so few. Man was born free and everywhere he is in chains.

For a moment he asked himself where it would be better. Cities of the North, with their sections for blacks only. The South in ruins and seething with bitter ex-Confederates and confused and rootless freedmen. Unknown places with unknown rules, and all in a perilous state of flux.

I consider how we have crowded them and dispossessed them from the Atlantic on westward. They have been driven and harried and cheated. Perhaps they feel that by taking captives they will convince us to stop.

We are in the middle of many changes, and this endless changing is become disorder and people cannot long endure disorder. They'll do anything rather than put up with it. Desperate things. Things that they don't want to remember later.

Vesey said there would be the men coming home, towns going up. That's the place for a free nigger, is freighting. That's what the free niggers did in the South, done it for years. White men don't care if you freight or barber. Now I don't want to be a barber. I'd cut somebody's ear off by mistake and they'd lynch me. "Don't make jokes like that," said Britt.

However, the general population had not settled the matter of free black people in their minds yet. All was in flux. Flux: a soldering aid that promotes the fusion of two surfaces, an unstable substance that catches fire.

Così la trascinarono di nuovo verso il suo destino. Verso il carro, verso il mondo necessario dell'uomo bianco che sembrava non volerla.

Ed eccolo, ancora a fantasticare come uno sciocco, ancora a leggere le notizie dal mondo nella speranza che servissero a qualcosa di buono, però alla fine era costretto a portare un'arma alla cintura e aveva una bambina da proteggere, e nessuna storia stampata poteva cambiare la situazione.

His future was all there like a three-draw spyglass shut up and compact and he would draw it out cylinder by cylinder. Behind him were the flames of a burning barn in Kentucky and a childhood of bastardy. The worst was knowing all the time he was a good fiddler, even a superb fiddler, but long before this time and surely now many a good man had gone down to ruin or death unrecognized and probably drunk into the bargain.

This is how people wanted to appear to the world and to later generations. It is how they wished to be remembered no matter how hard life might have become. They framed themselves in their best clothes and with their most valuable possessions and smiled. Hard times and collapsing marriages and heavy labor was nobody's business but their own.

a country tamed and torn with plows and weighted down with stone buildings.

If anyone should ask a Negro woman in America what has been her greatest achievement, her honest answer would be, 'I survived!

And while I could not always suppress the violent thoughts that raged inside me, I would nevertheless dedicate my life to seeking alternatives to physical violence, and would wrestle continually with the problem of transforming psychicviolence into creative energy