Quotes About Struggle

To me, the black black woman is our essential mother, the blacker she is the more us she is and to see the hatred that is turned on her is enough to make me despair, almost entirely, of our future as a people.

The trouble with our people is as soon as they got out of slavery they didn't want to give the white man nothing else. But the fact is, you got to give em something. Either your money, your land, your woman or your ass.

Hard times require furious dancing. Each of us is proof.

All my life I had to fight. I had to fight my daddy. I had to fight my brothers. I had to fight my cousins and my uncles. A girl child ain't safe in a family of men. But I never thought I'd have to fight in my own house. She let out her breath. I loves Harpo, she say. God knows I do. But I'll kill him dead before I let him beat me.

I don't understand it," I continued. "These things, they just keep happening, and I know it has to mean something. It has to. I want my suffering to mean something. I want this pain to matter.

No, I'm the human here. I'm the life at stake. I'm the one with fingernails, who feels pain. Me".

We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be." —C. S. Lewis (1898–1963)3

In these early anonymous seasons, God graciously grants us the opportunity to wrestle with our appetites before other lives are at stake, to struggle with our passions privately before moral collapse affects the innocent publicly.

Sometimes Some lies Can take a minute To fully realize His tears Your eyes Thirty seconds to apologize You give it one more chance Just like the time before But he already know you'd give a hundred more Until that night in bed You wake up in a sweat You're racing to the door Can't take it anymore

I now see transitions for what they are: the dawn of a new chapter. As miraculous as beginnings can be, they can also be excruciating.

Dear Lord, can you take it away... This pain in my heart that follows me day by day, and at night it stalks me like the shadows on my wall.

Elaine Brown's book A Taste of Power. Elaine rose up from an impoverished childhood in North Philly to become the first and only female leader of the Black Panther Party, the '60s political organization formed to challenge police brutality, fight systemic racism, and empower black communities.

Sometimes I feel like I don't belong anywhere, & it's gonna take so long for me to get to somewhere, Sometimes I feel so heavy hearted, but I can't explain cuz I'm so guarded. But that's a lonely road to travel, and a heavy load to bear. And it's a long, long way to heaven but I gotta get there Can you send an angel? Can you send me an angel...to guide me.

The path to self-discovery is not a straight line. It's a zigzag. We move in and out of awareness: one step forward, three steps to the left, a baby step back, another leap forward. A lightbulb moment might shine brightly one day, but then flicker the next. It takes work to hold tightly to a certain consciousness, to live in its wisdom. Every day, I have to intentionally maintain an awareness of my value.

The world can be a challenging place for us women to navigate. We often find ourselves feeling burned out, incapable, and lonely and yet we're still so resilient.

I'd die if I was Madonna. I'd die. God, what a horrible way to live. And Michael Jackson! To be so famous and to feel so isolated. I feel so bad for them. I don't know how it feels, and I hope it never happens to me.

Somewhere under the hurricane a sea turtle rows through silence.

Que todo tiene su orden, su razón y su porqué. Que no es Pachacamac ni es Contiki Viracocha Pachayachachig, sino son los mismos hombres los que alteran todo y viven en continua lucha con la pacha mama.

No había dinero en el mundo capaz de pagar sus favores, porque la constante penetración del macho no era solamente a su himen maltratado, sino que iba hasta la pulverización de todo sentimiento humano.

Life has never given me what I wanted. But it has, once in a while, given me what I needed.

Les hommes peuvent bien s'entretuer jusqu'au dernier, ils ne tueront jamais la vie. La vie a raison des hommes, elle passe outre. [...] À mon insu je pense aux mères yougoslaves. Je comprends leur obstination à procréer, au milieu des bombes. Je comprends leur volonté de tuer la mort, leur idéalisme farouche. Malgré la guerre, ou grâce à elle. Car la maternité n'est-elle pas aussi devoir de restitution et de transmission, acte de mémoire et de foi?

Liberation for who does not have a shack and freedom for who does not know how to live is fatal.

The great souls distinguish with two things; their greater needs and their greater agony.

Slechte man, slechte daemon. Je hebt eerder tegen ze gevochten. Je moet weer tegen ze vechten. - Matilda