Quotes About Struggle

Warren's guests had learnt about poverty, not from being poor themselves, in places where you did not hear the screams and yelling of help.

Hombre pequeñito que jaula me das. Digo pequeñito porque no me entiendes, ni me entenderás. Tampoco te entiendo, pero mientras tanto ábreme la jaula que quiero escapar. Hombre pequeñito, te amé media hora, no me pidas más.

Me salí de mi carne, gocé el goce más alto: oponer una frase de basalto al genio oscuro que nos desintegra.

Cómo decir este deseo de alma? Un deseo divino me devora; pretendo hablar, pero se rompe y llora esto que llevo adentro y no se calma.

Qué mundos tengo dentro del alma que ha tiempo vengo pidiendo medios para volar?

Why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves up.

In the investigation of a neurotic style of life, we must always suspect an opponent, and note who suffers most because of the patient's condition. Usually this is a member of the family.

The feeling of inferiority rules the mental life and can be clearly recognized as the sense of incompleteness and unfulfillment ... both of individuals and of humanity.

The feeling of inferiority rules the mental life and can be clearly recognized in the sense of incompleteness and unfulfillment, and in the uninterrupted struggle both of individuals and humanity.

È sempre più facile combattere per i propri principi che seguirli.

Is life worth living? Yes, so long As there is wrong to right, Wail of the weak against the strong, Or tyranny to fight;

Life seems like a haunted wood, where we tremble and crouch and cry.

What real man of letters that ever ventured into the arid and somewhat vulgar domain of Party-politics has not felt the same feeling of revulsion, the same longing for the water-brooks?

no matter how we defend ourselves against the outside we're always licked by something from the inside. There's no defense against betrayal, and we all betray ourselves.

I'm not a robot. I'm a freak of the universe ... a thinking animal ... and I'm trying to see my way clear through this morass.

I cannot help it, — in spite of myself, infinity torments me.

How glorious it is — and also how painful — to be an exception.

How glorious it is – and also how painful – to be an exception.

Man is a pupil, pain is his teacher.

J'ai perdu ma force et ma vie, Et mes amis et ma gaieté; J'ai perdu jusqu'à la fierté Qui faisait croire à mon génie. Quand j'ai connu la Vérité, J'ai cru que c'était une amie ; Quand je l'ai comprise et sentie, J'en étais déjà dégoûté. Et pourtant elle est éternelle, Et ceux qui se sont passés d'elle Ici-bas ont tout ignoré. Dieu parle, il faut qu'on lui réponde. Le seul bien qui me reste au monde Est d'avoir quelquefois pleuré.

Désespoir ! Ne pourrai-je même jouer ma vie ? ne pourrai-je tenter même le plus désespéré de tous les partis ??!

Pourquoi promenez-vous ces spectres de lumière Devant le rideau noir de nos nuits sans sommeil, Puisqu'il faut qu'ici-bas tout songe ait son réveil, Et puisque le désir se sent cloué sur terre, Comme un aigle blessé qui meurt dans la poussière, L'aile ouverte, et les yeux fixés sur le soleil ?

Laurette ! Laurette ! Ah ! je me sens plus lâche qu'une femme. Mon désespoir me tue ; il faut que je pleure. ( RAZETTA )

Sirkte yaralanan bo?alar, s?rtlar?nda matadorun k?l?c?yla, bir kö?ede yatmaya gitmek ve sükûn içinde ölmekte serbesttirler. ?urada veya burada, söyleyin bana, ne yapmaya gideyim. Bana temiz bir sema, a?açlar ve evler, konu?an, içen, ?ark? söyleyen adamlar, rakseden kad?nlar ve doludizgin ko?an atlar göstereceksiniz. Bütün bunlar hayat de?ildir, hayat?n gürültüsüdür.