Quotes About Struggle

I'd be glad to go out on a limb with those Who want nothing beyond what the wind bestows, Were I not bound to roots, dug in deep to bear Never being done grasping for light and air

Winning the peace is harder than winning the war.

Mira, me duele aquí, entre el hígado, el corazón y el amor propio, ¿cómo no voy a pinche guacarear, si tengo putas náuseas en el alma?

Me voy a los extremos todo el tiempo. A veces te maldigo tanto que hasta rezo para que te vaya mal. "Virgen Santísima, que le amputen un brazo a ese Hijo de la Chingada". Y otras estoy rezando para que me llames y me saques de aquí y nos vayamos a cualquier pinche nowhere a volvernos una feliz pareja de nobodies. Pero el resto del tiempo trato de no pensar en nada. más que en mí.

Ave María Purísima: me acuso de ser yo por todas partes. O sea de querer siempre ser otra. Y hasta peor: conseguirlo.

Si al final mis problemas no eran solubles, cuando menos serían adulterables.

El inglés necesita de un verbo fatalista para emplear la expresión "enamorarse": to fall. O sea que el enamorado no exactamente asciende a un estado superior, sino al contrario: cae. Tropieza, se distrae, es entrampado. Cae, igual que Luzbel. Si Cristo hubiese dicho "Enamoraos los unos a los otros", ya estaríamos todos viviendo en el Infierno.

Para valer la pena, una vida debe ser digna de contarse, me digo cada vez que me va mal, porque ya sé que los destinos torcidos se parecen a la rueda de la fortuna. No importa qué tan arriba o abajo estés, de todos modos vas a dar la vuelta.

Many PLA officers sent to Vietnam had fought in the Korean War, or in Mao's words, the war to "resist America, aid Korea, defend the homeland, and safeguard the country."18 The Chinese generals recalled their fighting in Korea as a heroic defense and a continuity of their own struggle against the world imperialism. Chinese history books portray China as a "beneficent victor" of the Korean War.19

Everyone tries to be an optimist. But being an optimist is a bit boring and not honest. Losers are more interesting than winners.

I am sick of speaking English like this... I am scared that I have become a person who is always very aware of talking, speaking, and I have become a person without confidence, because I can't be me. I have become so small, so tiny, while the English culture surrounding me becomes enormous. It swallows me... I am dominated by it... Why do we have to force ourselves to communicate with people? Why is the process of communication so troubled and so painful?

This was Beijing. A city that never showed its gentle side. You'd die if you didn't fight with it, and there was no end to the fight. Beijing was a city for Sisyphus—you could push and push and push, but ultimately that stone was bound to roll back on you.

I was in a vicious cycle: writing and reading seemed to be the only way to beat back the loneliness, but they also reinforced it

Everyone has to have either this or that problem, if he can't find any problem, he loses all reason for living.

Ah, in those revolutionary years even women were revolutionized into lunatics and monsters.

Broken down, beaten in again Feel the pain, lose control Bent around, lie and sin All in vain, lost my soul Can I pick myself up again? Just to fall again, lost in sin.

Human nature is such that people are born with a love of profit If they follow these inclinations, they will struggle and snatch from each other, and inclinations to defer or yield will die.

It was as if a tiny crack had opened somewhere in him and was growing, tearing him to pieces. If he had simply been angry, I might have found a way to calm him, but I had no idea how to put him back together once he came apart.

I was afraid that if she went on much longer, her fingers would scrape away my skin, rip my flesh, crush my bones. The pillow was damp with saliva, and I wanted to scream.

Any kind of uncertainty caused him pain, so we were determined to hide the time that had passed and the memories he'd lost.

The door that would not open no matter how hard you pushed, no matter how long you pounded on it. The screams no one heard. Darkness, hunger, pain. Slow suffocation. One day it occurred to me that I needed to experience the same suffering he had.

We made the zero, through great pain and struggle.

Having written this phrase, I set down my pencil. My new novel wasn't going very well. I seemed to be writing in circles, going backward, or running into dead ends, with no idea what should come next. Still, I often encountered this sort of writer's block, and I no longer took much notice of it.

Life isn't going to be easier, nor is anyone going to make a fortune, just because they know something about prime numbers.