Quotes About Struggle

The fanatical atheists...are like slaves who are still feeling the weight of their chains which they have thrown off after hard struggle. They are creatures who—in their grudge against the traditional 'opium of the people'—cannot bear the music of the spheres.

We cannot dispair of humanity, since we are ourselves human beings.

We [Jews] have no other means of self-defense than our solidarity

Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.

Life is indeed difficult, partly because of the real difficulties we must overcome in order to survive, and partly because of our own innate desire to always do better, to overcome new challenges, to self-actualize. Happiness is experienced largely in striving towards a goal, not in having attained things, because our nature is always to want to go on to the next endeavor.

Even injustice has it's good points. It gives me the challenge of being as happy as I can in an unfair world.

Dope broke the back of this already moribund

at the core of whatever made this human atom pile smolder he wasn't cooking anymore. He was all bottled

Histrionic vampires think you're wonderful until they think you're terrible. Then the battle begins.

Sometimes it feels as though one is surely committing spiritual suicide. It feels that all that is best in one's life is being eroded and lost. But still go on. This is faith.

Though I knew so far as Anarchism was concerned I was backing a lost cause, it didn't seem to matter as every other cause had won at some time but that of the people themselves. At least it threw so a light on any other political persuasion.

If I can't have a revolution, what is there to dance about.

Racism does not limit itself to biology or economics or psychology or metaphysics; it attacks along many fronts and in many forms, deploying whatever is at hand, and even what is not, inventing when the need arises.

It is not easy to escape mentally from a concrete situation, to refuse its ideology while continuing to live with its actual relationships.

For it is not without cause that one needs the police and the army to earn one's living or force and injustice to continue to exist.

The ' colonized do not know how to breath', the 'people here do not know how walk; they make little steps which do not get them ahead.

Just as I sat on the fence between two civilizations, so would I now find myself between two classes; and I realized that, in trying to sit on several chairs, one generally lands on the floor.

all dark and serious, really. You know, the simplest thing in the world is for white kids that are a little bit troubled to go really pompous on it all—like you get a splinter in your finger and suddenly you have a whole grindcore

hamlet of Hampton and there get as nearly drunk as his funds would permit. It was his only surcease. And as a rule, it was a poor one. For seldom did he have enough ready money to buy wholesale forgetfulness. More often he was able to purchase only enough hard cider or fuseloil whisky to make him dull and vaguely miserable.

Then, slowly, very slowly, one of the two struggled from the unloving embrace and got, swaying and staggering and bleeding, to its feet. The other lay in a bloody torn huddle on the stony ground, its neck broken.

Now, as the six rushed in, a silver-and-snow catapult landed among them from nowhere in particular, snarling, snapping, slashing. No longer had Thor any use for the finesse which had been taught to him as part of his education as a herder. His master was down. These grunting devils were pressing in, avidly, to rip him to pieces. It was a moment for stark action.

Almost all the noblest things that have been achieved in the world, have been achieved by poor men poor scholars, poor professional men, poor artisans and artists, poor philosophers, poets, and men of genius.

War is a series of catastrophes which result in victory.

He who endeavors to serve, to benefit, and improve the world, is like a swimmer, who struggles against a rapid current, in a river lashed into angry waves by the winds. Often they roar over his head, often they beat him back and baffle him. Most men yield to the stress of the current... Only here and there the stout, strong heart and vigorous arms struggle on toward ultimate success.