Quotes About Struggle

Cuando pensaba en el porvenir, una avalancha de días, apretujados los unos contra los otros, se le venía encima y se venía encima de su casa y de sus hijos. Para él, los días no contaban de la misma manera que contaban para los demás.

Luchaba entre varias memorias y la memoria de lo sucedido era la única irreal para él. De

Perra vida; sin trabajo, pronto nos va a secar el hambre!".

qué mundo es este en que los migrantes, al verse imposibilitados para mínimamente sobrevivir, pierden su condición de humanos, adultos, racionales?

Si moría esa noche, sólo ella sabría el horror de su muerte y el horror de su vida frente al asesino que la acechaba desde el rincón más remoto de su memoria.

The flip side of helplessness is anger.

The trouble is, I am not at peace with myself; I am not always something, and if for once I am something, I pay for it by being nothing for months on end.' —Kafka, quoted by Canetti

For him [Kafka], the most tormenting thing about his notion of marriage must have been its ruling out the possibility of one's ever becoming so small as to be able to vanish: one has to be there.

Fear thrives strongest; there is no telling how little we would be without having suffered fear. An intrinsic characteristic of humanity is the tendency to give in to fear. No fear is lost, but its hiding places are a riddle. Perhaps, of all things, fear is the one that changes least.

Se muere con demasiada facilidad. Morir debería ser mucho más difícil. PDH

Ben poco del male che si può dire dell'uomo e dell'umanità io non l'ho detto. E tuttavia l'orgoglio che provo per essa é ancora così grande che solo una cosa io odio veramente: il suo nemico, la morte.

La massa è sempre una sorta di fortezza assediata, ma assediata in senso duplice: essa ha il nemico dinnanzi alle mura, e ha il nemico in cantina. Durante lo scontro la massa attira sempre più persone. Dinnanzi a tutte le porte si adunano i suoi nuovi amici e chiedono imperiosamente di essere accolti.

The darkness enveloped us. All I could hear was the violin and it was as if Juliek's soul had become the bow. He was playing his life...He played that which he would never play again.

Did I write it so as not to go mad or, on the contrary, to go mad in order to understand the nature of madness?

Bread, soup - these were my whole life. I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time.

We were masters of nature, masters of the world. We had forgotten everything--death, fatigue, our natural needs. Stronger than cold or hunger, stronger than the shots and the desire to die, condemned and wandering, mere numbers, we were the only men on earth.

I believe in God--in spite of God! I believe in Mankind--in spite of Mankind! I believe in the Future--in spite of the Past!

Suffering pulls us farther away from other human beings. It builds a wall made of cries and contempt to separate us.

Listen to me, kid. Don't forget that you are in a concentration camp. In this place, it is every many for himself, and you cannot think of others. Not even you father. In this place, there is no such thing as father, brother, friend. Each of us lives and dies alone. Let me give you good advice: stop giving your ration of bread and soup to your old father. You cannot help him anymore. And you are hurting yourself. In fact, you should be getting his rations...

Not all games are innocent. Some come dangerously close to cruelty.

This day I ceased to plead. I was no longer capable of lamentation. On the contrary, I felt very strong. I was the accuser, God the accused.

I have not lost faith in God. I have moments of anger and protest. Sometimes I've been closer to him for that reason.

I did not deny God's existence, but I doubted his absolute justice.

You're at the bottom of the mountain. May you climb up without suffering.