Quotes About Struggle

And death hasn't come. It never does come when you call it. It enjoys torturing us. I've been calling for it for years and it pays me no attention

Seen nothing? Idiot! We have all the work and all the worry: children to feed, wounds to tend. Once the war is over, you men are all heroes. The dead: heroes. The survivors: heroes. The maimed: heroes. That's why you invented war. It's your war. You wanted it, so get on with it – heroes, my ass!

Mais vous venez de dire : « La douleur diminue, les souvenirs s'estompent. » L'insomniaque lève les yeux sur Lucas : — Diminuer, s'estomper, je l'ai dit, oui, mais non pas disparaître.

I don't think. I can't allow myself the luxury. I've lived with fear since I was a child.

Un uomo dice: - Tu chiudi il becco! Le donne non sanno niente della guerra. La donna dice: - Non sanno niente? Coglione! Abbiamo tutto il lavoro, tutte le preoccupazioni: i bambini da sfamare, i feriti da curare. Voi, una volta finita la guerra siete tutti degli eroi. Morti: eroi. Sopravvissuti: eroi. Mutilati: eroi. E' per questo che avete inventato la guerra, voi uomini. E' la vostra guerra. L'avete voluta voi, fatela allora, eroi dei miei stivali!

Quello che mi interessa sapere è se scrive delle cose vere o delle cose inventate. Le rispondo che cerco di scrivere delle storie vere, ma, a un certo punto, la storia diventa insopportabile proprio per la sua verità e allora sono costretto a cambiarla. Le dico che cerco di raccontare la mia storia, ma che non ci riesco, non ne ho il coraggio, mi fa troppo male. Allora abbellisco tutto e descrivo le cose non come sono accadute, ma come avrei voluto che accadessero.

Hay vidas más tristes que el más triste de todos los libros".

Je parle le français depuis plus de trente ans, je l'écris depuis vingt ans, mais je ne le connais toujours pas. Je ne le parle pas sans fautes, et je ne peux l'écrire qu'avec l'aide de dictionnaires fréquemment consultés. C'est pour cette raison que j'appelle la langue française une langue ennemie, elle aussi. Il y a encore une autre raison, et c'est la plus grave : cette langue est en train de tuer ma langue maternelle. -L'Analphabète

In vain does the disguised traveller inwardly rebel against the influences and impressions which are wearing away his real self. The impressions of the past lose more and more their hold on him until they fade away, leaving the traveller hopelessly struggling in the toils of his own fiction, and the rôle he had assumed soon becomes second nature with him.

Sometimes to heal, you must first get hurt.

My favorite thing about being famous... it's not really as big of a deal as everybody says it is. Being on the road is tough, doing interviews, and all the stuff. It's still pretty tough.

Everything is darkest," Xaphen mused, "before the dawn." "That, my brother, is an axiom that sounds immensely profound until you realize it's a lie.

You came to me asking how my faith survived the Day of Judgement. I will tell you a secret. When the stars fell, when the seas boiled and the earth burned, my faith didn't die. That is when I began to believe. God was real, and he hated us.

And as man turned from the light of day, all that was left to him was the endless night. Without contrast, he threw open his arms, and darkness took hold.

Existence is strife." "To strive is to live.

Freedom is the only thing worth fighting for. It is why tyrants always fall. - Primarch Angron

Some truths were too ugly to be easily embraced.

We called them false angels. You came to me asking how my faith survived the Day of Judgement. I will tell you a secret. When the stars fell, when the seas boiled and the earth burned, my faith didn't die. That is when I began to believe. God was real, and he hated us.

No one is a hero at 4:00 a.m.,

they had been doomed to birth and condemned to live.

The last chapter in any successful genocide is the one in which the oppressor can remove their hands and say, 'My God, what are these people doing to themselves? They're killing each other. They're killing themselves while we watch them die.' This is how we came to own these United States. This is the legacy of manifest destiny.

One more spin around the sun... Ain't nuthin' changed. Still got trouble on my mind. Still got suckas that need to get dealt with... Still in mortal combat with the wicked....

We're all in crashing plane, and everybody is fighting over who gets to sit in first class.

Perhaps," the half-breed admitted. "But why fight when there is no need? Why fight just for its own sake? That is not fighting to save anyone, or to win anything, or even for glory. It is fighting from sheer bloodlust, from love of violence alone. And I am sick of that. I want no part of it.