Quotes About Struggle

Why do you enjoy torturing yourself? Do you feel life has been too good to you?" Tatiana stared at him. "Life has," she said slowly, "been too good to me.

Ti dicono lui è mio e tu dici va bene, va bene, è tuo, certo, prendilo, niente è importante per me. Né me stessa, né il mio pane, né la mia vita, e neanche lui. Io combatto per niente.

No, it wasn't war that terrified Tatiana. It was the resolute chaos of her broken heart.

Luchando contra molinos de viento

How's Jen ever going to handle anything if she cannot handle something even this minor? Jen had always suspected there would come a time when she would be called upon to deal and wouldn't be able to. No, I told her, don't be absurd. Don't be silly. Everything that happens only makes you stronger. Remember what Tolstoy said? "All that doesn't kill you makes you stronger." But yet, here she is, weaker than ever, and I cannot find the right words.

God on high, hear my prayer. Don't give me an easier life. [...] Make me a stronger man.

Eres una mentirosa! –vociferó Alexandr–. Te lo prohíbo. Te prohíbo que vayas a buscarles la comida. Devuélveles las cartillas y diles que vayan ellas a buscarse su maldita comida. No quiero que vayas nunca más a buscarles el pan si son incapaces de guardarte un poco de la comida que traigo. Tatiana

Sólo los muertos han visto el fin de la guerra».

What were you doing fighting with me at Kirov, knowing all this was stacked against us? Raging against my fate.

La lucha no termina sólo porque ya conozcas el camino. Eso es sólo el principio.

She wasn't afraid of random war. It was like being struck by lightning, even if the lightning did strike a thousand times a day. No, it wasn't war that terrified Tatiana. It was the resolute chaos of her broken heart.

His eyes were blazing. "Tania, you are too much for me…I can't take you, not in small doses, not in large ones, not here, not on the street, nowhere.

Emotion was pressing hard on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe. I don't need to breathe now, she thought. I've breathed all my life.

There are some battles, no matter how much you don't want to fight them, that you just have to fight. That are worth giving your life for.

Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.

At a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That's the world's greatest lie.

Life has been very hard on me, but, at the same time, it has taught me a great deal.

If I were to persuade just one person to stop fighting for something they were convinced was worthwhile, I would end up persuading myself, and my whole life would be diminished.

I've done everything I wanted to do, even if I have had to pay a very high price - which has been the case most of the time.

I am two women: one wants to have all the joy, passion and adventure that life can give me. The other wants to be a slave to routine, to family life, to the things that can be planned and achieved. I'm a housewife and a prostitute, both of us living in the same body and doing battle with each other.

I was not encouraged to follow the career of a writer because my parents thought that I was going to starve to death. They thought nobody can make a living from being a writer in Brazil. They were not wrong.

After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.

This, then, is the great humanistic and historical task of the oppressed: to liberate themselves and their oppressors as well.

Freedom is acquired by conquest, not by gift. It must be pursued constantly and responsibly. Freedom is not an ideal located outside of man; nor is it an idea which becomes myth. It is rather the indispensable condition for the quest for human completion.