Quotes About Struggle

I understood then how hard years are to get a hold of, how elusive the life in them can be to capture and retell. I understood then too that time does not heal all wounds. I wanted to say it all in one brilliantly executed sentence, encompass all of it in a succinct, effortless rush. But I couldn't. I was at a loss where to begin.

Amid the slaps and pokes and guffaws that greeted them, I discovered that being someone you are not is often easier than living with the person you are. I became drunk with that.

Ist der Mensch, der nach dem Gott sich sehnt, nicht vernichtet?

Weh! Weh! Süssestes Weib! Du traurigste aller Getreuen! Gegen dich wütet in Waffen die Welt: und ich, dem du einzig vertraut, für den du ihr einzig getrotzt, mit meinem Schutz nicht soll ich dich schirmen, die Kühne verraten im Kampf? Ha, Schande ihm, der das Schwert mir schuf, beschied er mir Schimpf für Sieg! Muss ich denn fallen, nicht fahr' ich nach Walhall: Hella halte mich fest!

Sound familiar? Rutherford B. Hayes was someone who thought that attracting opposition from nearly every direction meant that he was right. James A. Garfield, watching the president flounder in big things and small, thought that the "impression is deepening that he is not large enough for the place he holds" and that his election "has been an almost fatal blow to his party.

The soul shrinksFrom all that it is about to remember,From the punctual rape of every blessèd day,And cries,"Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry,Nothing but rosy hands in the rising steamAnd clear dances done in the sight of heaven."

The werewolf's painful change. Turning his head awayOn the sweaty bolster, he tries to rememberThe mood of manhood,But lies at last, as always,Letting it happen, the fierce fur soft to his face,Hearing with sharper ears.

nearly fifty percent of Christian men view pornography on a regular basis, and what is worse that nearly the same percentage of Pastors also succumb to that addiction.

Goddammit, look! We live here and they live there. We black and they white. They got things and we ain't. They do things and we can't. It's just like living in jail.

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.

If we had been allowed to participate in the vital processes of America's national growth, what would have been the textures of our lives, the pattern of our traditions, the routine of our customs, the state of our arts, the code of our laws, the function of our government!… We black folk say that America would have been stronger and greater.

He knew that the moment he allowed what his life meant to enter fully into his consciousness, he would either kill himself or someone else. So he denied himself and acted tough.

The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of the hunger for life that gnaws in us all.

Violence is a personal necessity for the oppressed...It is not a strategy consciously devised. It is the deep, instinctive expression of a human being denied individuality.

I didn't know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for 'em...

I knew that I lived in a country in which the aspirations of black people were limited, marked-off. Yet I felt that I had to go somewhere and do something to redeem my being alive.

The white folks like for us to be religious, then they can do what they want to with us.

Anything seemed possible, likely, feasible, because I wanted everything to be possible... Because I had no power to make things happen outside of me in the objective world, I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak, I endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.

Literature is a struggle over the nature of reality.

Hunger has always been more or less at my elbow when I played, but now I began to wake up at night to find hunger standing at my bedside, staring at my gauntly.

Goddamnit, look! We live here and they live there. We black and they white. They got things and we ain't. They do things and we can't. It's just like livin' in jail.

Luther said that every Christian is "simul justus et peccator, comprehensor et viator"—"simultaneously righteous and sinful, a man who has reached the goal and one who reaches out toward it.

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