Quotes About Struggle

Apparently, Marx said that religion was the opium of the masses. It kept the oppressed from complaining or trying to change things.

What neither the reader nor Stone would accept was that his self-amputation was as much and act of conceit as it was an act of heroism" p 61

That's the funny thing about America - the blessed thing. As many people as there are to hold you back, there are angels whose humanity makes up for all the others." p 405

it the bloody-brinjal-and-bugger-all. Which is

Children were the foot wedged in the closing door, the glimmer of hope that in reincarnation there would be some house to go to, even if one came back as a dog, or a mouse, or a flea that lived on the bodies of men.

Of course, you and I have seen countless deaths among the poor. Their only regret surely is being born poor, suffering from birth to death. You know, in the Book of Job, Job says to God, 'You should've taken me straight from the womb to the tomb! Why the in-between part, why life, if it was just to suffer?' Something like that. For the poor, death is at least the end of suffering." He laughed as if he liked what

The croup following measles, on top of malnutrition, on top of rickets," he said to me under his breath. "It's the cascade of catastrophies.

Luther did not believe that HIV was killing him. He believed that our inability to treat the symptoms that bothered him, our prescribing the wrong medications, was at the root of his problem. I almost believed him: Maybe if we could put together the right concoctions we could give him ten good years.

We come unbidden into this life, and if we are lucky we find a purpose beyond starvation, misery, and early death, lest for forget, is the common lot.

People change, you know. When you leave your country, you are like a plant taken out of soil. Some people turn hard, they can't flower again.

worry and anxiety are sand in the machinery of life, and faith is the oil

The tide had turned, and the worst possible thing had happened: my heroes had become the "bad guys," and one didn't dare say otherwise.

The God who never interferes with drownings or train wrecks likes to peer in on the human experiment at such moments of reckoning, touching the scene with a little celestial light.

Digby is struck by the contrast: an enclave for Anglo-Indians that excludes natives, yet whose inhabitants are themselves excluded by the ruling race with whom they align. But then, he's in the same spot. Digby Kilgour: oppressed in Glasgow; oppressor here. The thought depresses him.

When they turn in, he says, "It must be so hard to see such suffering every day." He shudders. "I couldn't do it. Only luck and the grace of God keeps us free of such afflictions. We're so blessed, aren't we?

his oar into water that is as thick and angry as boiling paddy.

it is a reminder that the sweetness of life comes with bitterness.

O man you are busy working for the world, and the world is busy trying to turn you out.

Death is the easiest of all things after it, and the hardest of all things before it.

You're always pushin, shovin Satisfied with nothing You bitch you must be gettin old

It's a long way to the top, If you wanna rock n' roll

And ye, beneath life's crushing load Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, Look now! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing: O rest beside the weary road And hear the angels sing.

Why a slow death in a strange country if you can die on the threshold of your own house? Refugees don't exist. Only blown away people exist, people blown by the wind all over the world.

The welcome and support Cuba offered these and other Black radicals from the United States, however, was not extended to its own Black activists