Quotes About Struggle

How much have you suffered? It isn't just, is it? No it's not

Fate, I say, has claws.

How much anguish can you tolerate?

For days and nights I didn't know if I wanted to live

I say I don't know how to make them accept me.

Your definitions of living kill you into a frenetic boredom

I don't have a casual life, but exist to be possessed by misery, grace, or laughter.

Lutamos muito para ter um ego, mas se nos identificamos com ele, esquecemos o self, negando-o por ignorância ou orgulho até que nosso sofrimento se torne insuportável.

it's a pitiable likeness of clear running struggling to keep up with what's already gone

what a block of hope what a kleptomaniac what a thief of life I am

being dragged along crippled over things as if broken-winged

I am cold cold trying to slide myself out of my own shade but hour by hour more shade leaks out

somebody lost out late again

remembering better times whereas naming no names some of us would rather not remember something some of us have got enough bloody nightmares already

6 a.m. scrabbling at the earth

1952 there were over 700 cases of polio in Detroit. Dr. Bodywork Bob had told me that. I told Rouse; he bogeyed a hole. Polio was hitting families all over town, white and colored, rich and poor, center of the city and suburbs.

The single most impressive fact about the attempt by American women to obtain the right to vote is how long it took.

Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.

This is just a temporary hell, not a permanent one

I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand

After all, the word "travel" comes from the Latin "trepalium." Which, loosely translated, means "instrument of torture.

But it was difficult, this living in real time only, and not diluting it by looking back or skipping forward. No wonder it's never really caught on with most people, I thought. It's just too hard.

Men were made for war. Without it they wandered greyly about, getting under the feet of the women, who were trying to organize the really important things of life.

The pain in my stomach had come back and in the form of birds trying to peck their way out of my body.