Quotes About Struggle

Though we don't do it often enough, it's easy to have a grateful heart for food and shelter, love and hope, health and peace. But what about the hard stuff, the stuff that darkens your world and wounds you to the quick? Just what is this everything business? "It's the hook. It's the key. Everything is the word on which this whole powerful command stands and has its being.

everybody is trying to swallow something that won't go down

His style was to give the issue to God and haul it back again, ad infinitum, 'til the cows came home, until the thing finally wore itself out in him.

To roughly paraphrase Paul, why do I do what I don't want to do and don't do what I want to do?

He was miserably disappointed in his own everlasting inability to get up and go, to take strong action and seize control, and do all the things that other people seemed able to do, and which the world admired so much.

too tired to run and too afraid to rest.

George Macdonald wrote this: 'Man finds it hard to get what he wants, because he does not want the best. God finds it hard to give, because He would give the best and man will not take it.

I try to wait for Him to make the darkness light, then grow afraid and try to create the light on my own.

The height of the mountaintop is measured by the drab drudgery of the valley.

I'm th' roughest ol' cob you ever seen when it comes t' mindin.' That's why I've fought th' Lord s' long, it meant mindin' 'im if I was t' foller 'im. It's about wore me out, fightin' 'im. Not t' say I don't respect 'im, I do. But I don't want t' mind 'im.

I'd like you to know that I've forgiven him. Again and again. Once done, of course, back comes the Enemy to persecute and prosecute, and I must ante up to God and forgive yet again.

Well, I'm going to church. But i've got to tell you that it's full of hypocrites. My friend, if you keep your eyes on Christians, you will be disappointed every day of your life. Your hope is to keep your eyes on Christ.

When the trees and the power lines crashed around you, when the very roof gave way above you, when the light turned to darkness and water turned to dust, did you call on Him? When you called on Him, was He somewhere up there, or was He as near as your very breath?

I can't say I have any confidence in confidence. I have confidence that God is with us in all things, both tender and tough.

But then, What is not vain, by God, in lives of men? All is in vain! We play at blind man's buff Until hard edges break into out path. Man life's is error. Where, then, is relief? In shedding tears or wrestling down my grief?

Malheur ne vient jamais seul.

The two men were greedily hunched over the table, like two wolves disputing a carcass, but their muttered speech in the echoing hall resembled more the grunting of pigs. One was less than a wolf: he was a public prosecutor. The other was more than a pig, he was a chief commissioner of police.

There's something singularly moving about that moment when this man—deaf and sick and misanthropic and self-torturing, at the same time one of the most extraordinary and boundlessly generous men our species has produced—greets us person to person, with glass raised, and hails us as friends.

Without suffering there is no struggle, without struggle no victory, without victory no crown.

Without suffering there is no struggle, without struggle no victory, without victory no crown." Maria van Beethoven (Beethoven's mom)

He served humankind but never understood people, and though he yearned with all his heart for love and companionship, year after year he could bear humanity less and less in the flesh. His

Vele jaren zijn intussen voorbijgegaan. Michiel is nu driënveertig. Hij heeft de kranten goed gelezen en hij weet dat er sinds die avondwandeling met Dirk gevochten is in Indonesië, Joegoslavië, Hongarije, Noord-Ierland, China, Korea, Vietnam, Cambodja, Kongo, Algerije, Israël, Jordanië, Ecuador, Dominica, Cuba, Honduras, Mozambique, Kashmir, Bengalen, en nog veel, veel landen meer.

Hij heeft gebeden en gesmeekt. Hij heeft nachtenlang op zijn knieën gelegen. Het heeft niet geholpen. Dat rampzalige stuk ellende daarboven is zo doof als een rotsblok.

Terwijl jij daar geveld ligt door Coatlicue, krimpt onze welvaartsstaat weer samen, zoals ieder jaar als de donkere dagen rond kerstfeest naderen, tot de knusse wereld van Anton Pieck. Het krijsen van de goden wordt hier gedempt door de bellekens van de arreslede. Mijn god, kunnen wij hier ook niet bar en bitter met een koolraap aan het spit de bijtende koude door een slonzige pels heen tot de huid laten doordringen.