Quotes About Struggle

He had begun too late to subject himself to the persistent mortification of spirit and flesh which is a condition of the average business life...

I am horribly poor—and very expensive.

His face, with its tossed red hair and straggling moustache, had a driven uneasy look, as though life had become an unceasing race between himself and the thoughts at his heels.

Nick had secretly wearied, if not of his wife, at least of the life that their marriage compelled him to lead. His passion was not strong enough-had never been strong enough—to outweigh his prejudices, scruples, principles, or whatever one chose to call them. Susy's dignity might go up like tinder in the blaze of her love; but his was made of a less combustible substance.

Sir Helmsley lo accusava di sottoporsi al lavoro solo per amore dell'avventura; ma, benché addolorato per la decisione presa dal figlio, lo rispettava per avervi tenuto fede. «Io stesso sono stato tutto un brillante fallimento», aveva borbottato alla fine della loro discussione; e Guy di rimando, ridendo: «Allora cercherò di essere un tetro successo».

having refused to sacrifice herself to expediency, she was left to bear the whole cost of her resistance.

all the strange weeds pushing up between the ordered rows of social vegetables.

Even when it's the other way round it ain't always so easy to decide how far that kind of thing's binding… and they say shipwrecked fellows'll make a meal of friend as quick as they would of a total stranger.

Well—it had all grown out of the other choice she had made when, years ago, she had said: "Thy gods shall not be my gods." And now she but dimly guessed who their gods were. At the moment when her very life depended on her knowing their passwords, holding the clue to their labyrinth, she stood outside the mysterious circle and vainly groped for a way in.

It's all stupid and narrow and unjust—but one can't make over society.

Why do you do this to me? she cried. Why do you make the things I have chosen seem hateful to me, if you have nothing to give me instead? No, I have nothing to give you instead, he said, sitting up and turning so that he faced her. If I had, it should be yours, you know.

Undine leaned close enough for her lowered voice to reach him. 'Can't you understand that, knowing how they all feel about me and how Ralph feels - I'd give almost anything to get away?' Her father looked at her compassionately. 'I guess most of us feel that way once in a way when we're young, Undine. Later on you'll see going away ain't much use when you've got to turn around and come back.

She still did and was all that Undine had so sedulously learned not to be and to do; but to dwell on these obstacles to her success was to be more deeply impressed by the fact that she had nevertheless succeeded.

and my heart tightened for the hard compulsions of the poor.

Fericirea, la unele firi e ca o alunecare de teren pe munte.

There's always a reason for wanting to get out of life—the wonder is that we find so many for staying in!

Granice was overcome by the futility of any further attempt to inculpate himself. He was chained to life - a 'prisoner of consciousness'.

Life is always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope.

Bilo je toliko o?igledno da je ona žrtva civilizacije koja ju je stvorila, da su karike njene narukvice delovale kao okovi koji je vezuju za njenu sudbinu.

When I had been there a little longer, and had seen this phase of crystal clearness followed by long stretches of sunless cold; when the storms of February had pitched their white tents about the devoted village and the wild cavalry of March winds had charged down to their support; I began to understand why Starkfield emerged from its six months' siege like a starved garrison capitulating without quarter.

Week after week he swung between the extremes of hope and dejection

Difficulty is a severe instructor, set over us by the supreme ordinance of a parental guardian and legislator, who knows us better than we know ourselves, as he loves us better too. He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.

The nature of things is, I admit, a sturdy adversary.

When you drive him hard, the boar will surely turn upon the hunters. If that sovereignty and their freedom cannot be reconciled, which will they take? They will cast your sovereignty in your face. No-body will be argued into slavery.