Quotes About Struggle

We all have a collection of memories that we would happily lose, but somehow those are just the ones that insist upon sticking.

You remember that illuminated text over the dining-room door--"The Lord Will Provide." We've painted it out, and covered the spot with rabbits. It's all very well to teach so easy a belief to normal children, who have a proper family and roof behind them; but a person whose only refuge in distress will be a park bench must learn a more militant creed than that.

One doesn't miss what one has never had; but it's awfully hard going without things after one has commenced thinking they are his/hers by natural right.

The way people are for ever rolling their eyes to heaven and saying, 'Perhaps it's all for the best,' when they are perfectly dead sure it's not, makes me enraged. Humility or resignation or whatever you choose to call it, is simply impotent inertia. I'm for a more militant religion!

Non sono le grandi disgrazie della vita che esigono forza di carattere da noi. Chiunque può fronteggiare una grave crisi e rimettersi in piedi con coraggio dopo una tragedia, ma per sopportare le piccole noie quotidiane con il sorriso sulle labbra, ecco, per quello penso che ci voglia molto coraggio e determinazione!

Sartre, je le jugeai plus tard sinon tout à fait gagné par la folie des mots, du moins, dans la lutte exténuante qu'il a toujours menée contre elle, enclin, corydrane aidant, à y céder.

Je la sentais entre mes mains, ivre, décoiffée, volontaire, et je devinais une sorte d'effort de son visage pour ne pas disparaître, ne pas s'effacer dans la nuit.

Jean-Christophe Grangé

?nsan kendi karanl?klarda bo?ulurken, ba?kalar?na nas?l ???k da??t?r?

La guerre civile, c'est exactement ça : le triomphe des salauds. On les voit sortir de partout. On s'étonne même qu'il y en ait autant et qu'on ne les remarque pas plus d'habitude.

Leurs cheveux pouvaient bien grouiller de poux, leurs gencives saigner, leurs ventres crier dans le vide, ils avaient l'éclatante santé des rêveurs.

Demokratien pflegen ihre Feinde, sie liquidieren ihre Gegner.

But if neither sadness or rage could unite us, I didn't know what could - the more I wanted to identify with her, the more I identified with myself; and the more I tried to understand her, the less, necessarily, I succeeded: the failure of an intelligent mind to grasp feeblemindedness was dark and deep, no less than the failure of a feeble mind to grasp intelligence, because intelligence got its shape by not understanding the thing it could never be.

After that, we weren't the same anymore. We'd become men. Disillusioned and cynical. Slightly bitter too. We had nothing. We hadn't even learned a trade. No future. Nothing but life. But life without a future is worse than no life at all.

Outside, it still smelled bad. I couldn't do anything about that. Neither could anyone. It was called life: a cocktail of love and hate, strength and weakness, violence and passivity.

Castaways on the shores of loneliness

Åžimdi dönüp bakt???mda sanki tüm hayat?m bu ucu ucuna kaç?rd???m ÅŸeylerin bir listesi, sonunu bildiÄŸim ama bir türlü kazanan tarafa oynayamad???m bir yar?? gibi geliyor.

We are both locked-in cases, each in his own way: myself in my carcass, my father in his fourth-floor apartment.

Just as the Russians and the Soviets didn't manage to wipe out languages in Lithuania, neither have they managed to wipe out religion to the extent that we had feared.

Pain was the only sign to her that she was alive and could feel emotion.

She was no sworn wife, but Robin was the only man she ever loved as a husband... though not as much as her crown and thrown. The truth that tore at her breast, turning her about in circles, because he had known... he had known his love was greater than hers. Though it was not, she never could explain it rightly. No man understood, that he was not everything to the woman he loved.

I think hard times is harder on a man, 'cause a woman will do something. Women just seem to know where they can save or where they can help, more than a man. It's just a worry for him, and he feels so terrible when he can't take care of his family.

So here I was in San Francisco with a degree, and I thought it would make a difference. The first job I applied for was at American Insurance Company. I expected maybe a clerical job, but there were none there—those jobs weren't open for Oriental people at that time. Then I tried a ladies' apparel shop as a stock girl. That wasn't even open to me. Oh, they don't tell you right out to your face—but you have that feeling.

This skin cripples me. It always has. — Kai Cheng Thom to -----, 2013 (age 22)