Quotes About Struggle

The dream was ennobling but doomed. It was Malcolm's curse to see this before the most of the rest of us; it was the beginning of his sainthood that when black Americans reached that point--when they arrived, that is to say, at their blackness--Malcolm was already there.

Y los elementos que construyen todas las historias atractivas, ya sea que se cuenten oralmente o a través de las páginas de un libro, por medio de actores en una pantalla o en un monitor, son el reto, la lucha y la resolución.

El punto medio de la historia le obligaba a luchar con tres elecciones en apariencia imposibles: confiar en un cocodrilo, saltar al río sin protección alguna, o enfrentarse a sus propios perros, sedientos de sangre.

final resolvía la lucha del rey al transformarle del tipo de persona capaz de cabrear a su propia jauría en un guardián honrado del código fluvial, que sus descendientes respetarían a partir de ese momento.

No permanecerán atentos si no les emociona la lucha de la fase central.

posible que me caiga —concluí—, pero mientras siga respirando y tenga fuerzas para seguir esforzándome, me levantaré.

las historias en ese campo se cuentan mejor si activan el conflicto entre el miedo y el deseo.

There are degrees of screwed.

The problem with anger against God is that it's impossible to go higher in the system to complain.

There are mornings when it feels as if you rise up to the surface through a mud bath. With your feet stuck in a block of cement. When you know that you've expired in the night and have nothing to be happy about except the fact that at least you've already died so they can't transplant your lifeless organs.

Confronted with people who have power, and who enjoy using it, I turn into a different person, a baser and meaner one.

You spend your whole life believing that you will always be on the outside or on the borderline. You struggle and struggle, and yet it all seems to be in vain. And then, suddenly, you are allowed inside and lifted up into the light.

I saw how pure, in a way, they were – no matter what they had done. Each in their own way they had tried to stay what they were. Not like me, who had never been anything, and so had been trying all my life to be someone else. To come inside. I saw that they understood this, too. That they understood it and that it was okay. That, even so, I mattered, come what may.

Some girls are fortunate enough to be in love with deep and intelligent boys," she says. "And then there's the rest of us, who have to make do.

In qualche modo è come quando avevamo diciassette anni. Crediamo che la disperazione ci bloccherà completamente, ma non lo fa, si incapsula in un punto scuro da qualche parte dentro di noi, e costringe il resto del sistema a funzionare , a occuparsi di cose pratiche che forse non sono importanti ma che ci tengono in movimento, garantendo che in qualche modo siamo vivi.

So I was damaged. It said so, in so many words – that it was difficult, if not impossible, for me to establish stable emotional relationships – in other words, to have any deep feelings.

De satte kurs mot kyrkan, arm i arm. En lång fräknig kvinna, i vars underliv säd från tre olika män förgäves försökte hålla sams. Och en gaselliknande flicka med en funktionspromille på 1,2 som höll sig upprätt och någorlunda klar enbart på grund av väninnans stöd, B-vitaminerna och sin nyfikenhet.

Gilbert?" Some days I hate all those who know my name.

Yeah, some days you die.

So. You want to die. No, I mean, you don't even want to go through the hassle of dying. You wish you didn't exist. If only you could disappear

I want to be two people at once. One runs away.

Life and death lived inside each other. That's what occured to me. Death was inside all of us, waiting for warmer nights, a compromised system, a beetle, as in the now dying black timber on the mountains.

There is no one to tell this to and yet it seems very important to get this right. The reality and what it is like to escape it. That even now it is sometimes too beautiful to bear.

Did you ever read the Bible? I mean sit down and read it like it was a book? Check out Lamentations. That's where we're at, pretty much. Pretty much lamenting. Pretty much pouring our hearts out like water.