Quotes About Struggle

You are made who you are by the bad stuff, the little things, as much as the great triumphs and big decisions.

Aren't we all just flies crawling across the giant tablecloth of fate?

You try not to think about life's darkest things, but sometimes they just flood into your head and you can't stop them.

Im Kampf um den Handtaschenriemen gegen die Türklinke opfere lieber die Handtasche, als der Türklinke das Gefühl zu geben, sie hätte gewonnen.

Zeus made a halfhearted lunge for the bucket. He managed to knock it out of Typhon's snaky grasp, but he didn't manage to catch it.

Boots and guns had replaced banners and horses, but the story was the same. Men with black hearts. With black souls.

The human sprit can withstand much, but once broken, it crumbles like dust

Aber ich wollte nicht genesen, wenn ich dafür das wenige, das mir von meinem Bruder geblieben war, aufgeben musste.

Ich vermochte kaum den Kopf hochzuhalten. Ich wollte mich befreien, dem Gefängnis meiner Erinnerung entfliehen.

In meinem Krankenzimmer herrschte ein Kommen und Gehen. Ärzte, die Stationsschwester und ihre Schar von Pflegerinnen in gestärkten Trachten und gummibesohlten Schuhen. Vordergründig schien sich die Geschichte zu wiederholen. Ein Sanatorium in Sussex, ein Krankenhaus in Fois, ein Patient, der mit dem Leben nicht zurechtkam.

There was no nobility in war. Only suffering.

once the mind has known and wrestled with happiness, it has secured as good a shield as may be found against the loneliness of time—

W)hen a load is too heavy for one horse to pull, what do we do? Hitch another to it, don't we? That's just common sense. Well, son, things that sort of weigh on a man's mind and heart may be too heavy for him to make much headway with alone.

W)hen a load is too heavy for one horse to pull, what do we do? Hitch another to it, don't we? That's just common sense. Well, son, things that sort of weigh on a man's mind and heart may be too heavy for him to make much headway with alone. ?The Chestry Oak

And he has tried to swim that stream, And he swam on both strong and steady, But the river was wide and strength did fail, And never more he'll see his Annie. And woe betide the willow wan, And woe betide the bush and briar, For they broke beneath her true love's hand, When strength did fail and limbs did tire.

From here there is never not a day without Master's shadow across my life—a solid bar, a locked turnstile that brings me up short, trapped on the other side of where I thought I was going, the place I once imagined I would be.

How can you possibly reconcile the great inequities of gender – coupled with the perversions of age and the randomness of everything?

She knew that doting on the dream made the pain worse, but she could not stop herself.

Our society encourages women to place a very high value on maternity as an essential part of female identity, both a high moral calling and the deepest source of satisfaction on earth. It's not easy to redefine motherhood as handing your baby over to a stranger.

The only way I can describe the extent of my anxiety is to say that I felt as if I were pregnant with a rock.

Life is hard. After all, it kills you.

willing to abrogate his own creative ambitions.

The road to death is a long march beset with all evils, and the heart fails little by little at each new terror, the bones rebel at each step, the mind sets up its own bitter resistance and to what end? The barriers sink one by one, and no covering of the eyes shuts out the landscape of disaster, nor the sight of crimes committed there.

From Old Mortality ] ...religion put claws on Aunt Sally and gave her a post to whet them on.