Quotes About Struggle

Tout ce que je sais, c'est qu'il n'existe pas de héros dans ce monde. Pas vraiment. Rien que des hommes et des femmes devenus vieux et fatigués qui n'ont plus la force de lutter pour ce qu'ils aiment.

On attend quelque chose, et un matin on se réveille et on comprend. C'est simplement la fin qu'on attend.Selon Lisette, c'est ce que les gens à la télé appelle une dépression.

Build it all up, and it all falls down. It all burns down. Everything you need can be taken. Remember that, nieces. Everything you hold dear, it can be taken.

We all fight our own wars, wars for which we'll be judged. Some of them we fight in the forests close to home, others in distant jungles or faraway burning deserts. We all fight our own wars, so maybe it's best not to judge, considering it's rare we even know why we fight so savagely.

Your grandfather was a hero in a war, girls. He wasn't a bad man or a weak man. Maybe he was too old to have a second family, a second wife and your mother and me, so many years after he lost his first. Maybe he was too old to fight anymore, and that's why he let me be taken away. I've thought about this for years and years. All I know is there are no heroes in this world. Not really. Just men and women who become old and tired and lose the strength to fight for what they love any longer.

O God in heaven, if you're so designed that you can listen to two voices blast at once from but one set of lips and find in them not noise but strife between the past and future, raise to you my coughing mind and plant its microbes where your light is cast. Divide among them with your mighty hand the sum of these convulsive thoughts and days. And leave the fraction of me left behind to triumph over silence then, at least.

Zawsze szuka ratunku ten, komu Å›wiat runÄ…Å' i potrzebna jest pomoc, bo pogubiÅ' nogi, a w dodatku nie widzi Å›niegu. PóÅ'noc. PóÅ'noc. Wszystko to prowokuje do tego stwierdzenia, które nocÄ… z podwójnÄ… ostroÅ›ciÄ… siÄ™ jawi: jedni siÄ™ nie spalajÄ… w tych samych pÅ'omieniach, które z innych tymczasem mogÄ… pozostawi? poÅ'owÄ™ ich postaci zaledwie (...)

That story I loved so much as a child has become all too real to me now. But I'm not the boy in that old story who could run forever without tiring. I don't have a bow and arrow. No weapons at all.

General Kuribayashi

The psychotic drowns in the same waters in which the mystic swims with delight.

Gods suppressed become devils, and often it is these devils whom we first encounter when we turn inward.

The demon that you can swallow gives you its power, and the greater life's pain, the greater life's reply.

The black moment is the moment when the real message of transformation is going to come. At the darkest moment comes the light.

Perhaps some of us have to go through dark and devious ways before we can find the river of peace or the highroad to the soul's destination.

The usual hero adventure begins with someone from whom something has been taken, or who feels there is something lacking in the normal experience available or permitted to the members of society. The person then takes off on a series of adventures beyond the ordinary, either to recover what has been lost or to discover some life-giving elixir. It's usually a cycle, a coming and a returning.

All life stinks and you must embrace that with compassion.

Tragedy is an unfinished comedy.

I had to climb a mountain. There were all kinds of obstacles in the way. I had now to jump over a ditch, now to get over a hedge, and finally to stand still because I had lost my breath. This was the dream of a stutterer.

Marriage . . . is not a love affair; it is an ordeal. (92)

The world is perfect. It's a mess. It has always been a mess. We are not going to change it.

The problem of the hero is to pierce himself (and therewith his world) precisely through that point; to shatter and annihilate that key knot of his limited existence.

The secret cause of all suffering," he said, "is mortality itself, which is the prime condition of life. It cannot be denied if life is to be affirmed.

In comparison with all this, our little stories of achievement seem pitiful; Too well we know what bitterness of failure, loss, disillusionment, and ironic unfulfillment galls the blood of even the envied of the world!

lies are what the world lives on, and those who can face the challenge of a truth and build their lives to accord are finally not many, but the very few.