Quotes About Struggle

The time was ordinary, 24 seconds, but the victory was historic. From that crowded little red house in Clarksville, out of an extended family of twenty-two kids, from a childhood of illness and leg braces, out of a small historically black college that had no scholarships, from a country where she could be hailed as a heroine and yet denied lunch at a counter, Skeeter had become golden, sweeping the sprints in Rome.

Come posso cantare queste dolcezze di cui ho colmo il cuore, se Egli mi riempie la bocca di gemiti? Come posso concedermi a queste ore, di cui m'è sorella ogni musica, se Egli mi uccide le parole, mi ruba ogni nota? L'amore e i dolci ricordi, le serate festose e i conviti, tutto disperso dalle Sue impazienze. Ogni cibo amareggiato, ogni oblìo inghiottito dalla Sua voracità. Ogni mia preghiera avvolta nella caligine incandescente.

this feeling that the air was tearing itself apart.

Consciousness is the chronic pain of life, and all higher organisms suffer it every waking moment.

A type of humility marks a real farmer. Those of us who battle nature all year must ultimately accept the had we're dealt.

Life is stressful,dear. That's why they say "rest in peace.

How can i hope to succeed when surrounded by flaccid imaginations and puny minds when my head.. My head is filled with NIETZCHE?

How the prince of this world presses and throngs with clamours, more or less noble and good, but all in order to keep us away from devoting all to Him.

Every source of blessing is a point of attack.

The Indian Buddhist guru Shantideva had some wise words on this very subject," Lobsang said. He began to quote: "'When crows encounter a dying snake, / They will act as though they were eagles. / Likewise, if my self-confidence is weak, / I shall be injured by the slightest downfall.

Lotus plants grow in poor conditions. Their roots are in the mud, sometimes dirty swamps. But they rise above that. Their flowers are very beautiful. Sometimes when we have problems we, too, can use our difficulties to create something we may not even have considered before. We can turn our suffering into the cause of extraordinary growth.

Prad?jau suprasti, kad jei id?ja paprasta, nereiškia, jog lengvai ?gyvendinama. Gali sau murkti pritardama aukštiems principams, bet kas iš to, jei gyveni j? nesilaikydama.

Pain or damage don't end the world. Or despair, or fucking beatings. The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you've got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man... and give some back.

It seemed romantic but also tragic - people would be winning but then lose it all, or crash but fight on, break bones but get back on their bikes and try to finish. Just getting to the end was seen as an achievement in itself.

Life feels like a game of Snakes and Ladders, but without any ladders.

Sometimes, Stuart love, the cost of living is too high a price to pay.

Sometimes life kicks you in the teeth with an irony that a self-respecting fiction writer would be ashamed to invent.

I fear I am losing my mind. I do not mean "losing my grasp of reality." I know perfectly well what is happening. But I am powerless to prevent the outcome. Each day, I have less strength of mind to resist.

People are not embracing Communism as Communism, but they are discontented, insecure and unsettled and they embrace anything that looks like it might be better than what they have to endure. . . . It is very easy for anybody who has a job and is getting along all right to cry for democracy . . . but if you cannot feed your children and you do not know where the next meal is coming from, nobody knows what kind of freak you will follow."13

Why does it always feel like I'm standing on the edge of some kind of big, black pit?" "There are a lot of pits," Donovan said. "The most interesting lives are lived walking around the rims.

He wondered briefly if that was how it always was with magic. It started out vital and potent, and then, over time, as men and women fought to possess it, hide it, steal it, and decipher it, it grew more and more obscure.

One thing I do know, and I believe you know it too, is that what he is doing goes against the very grain of the universe. He's taking the path of Icarus, and no matter how you mix the wax, it melts when it gets too close to the sun.

They owned a pickup truck that, when on the road, looked like it had risen from a junkyard of its own volition and might have to be shot in the head to be killed.

I love him, she thought. I'm just not in love with him and also I don't love him. I've tried, I've strained to love him but I can't. I am building a life with a man I don't love, and I don't know what to do about it.