Quotes About Struggle

But Laila knew that her future was no match for her brothers' past. They had overshadowed her in life. They would obliterate her in death. Mammy was now the curator of their lives' museum and she, Laila, a mere visitor. A receptacle for their myths. The parchment on which Mammy meant to ink their legends.

My eyes returned to our suitcases. They made me sad for Baba. After everything he'd built, planned, fought for, fretted over, dreamed of, this was the summation of his life: one disappointing son and two suitcases. Someone

questa vita che ci impone di sopportare dolore dopo dolore anche quando abbiamo superato ogni soglia di sopportazione.

Laila ascoltava, sperando che la mamma si accorgesse che lei, Laila, non era diventata una shahid, che era viva, lì, nel letto accanto a lei, e che come tutti nutriva una speranza per il proprio futuro. Ma Laila sapeva che il suo futuro non poteva competere con il passato dei fratelli. Le avevano fatto ombra da vivi, l'avrebbero cancellata da morti.

Tapi hampir menang tidaklah sama dengan menang, bukan?

Sad znam da neki ljudi proživljavaju nesre?u onako kao što drugi proživljavaju ljubav: samotno, žestoko i bez zale?a.

La verità è che, malgrado le difficoltà insormontabili, tutti noi aspettiamo sempre che ci succeda qualcosa di straordinario.

I think of him now, ragged and lost, staggering across a desert, the path behind him littered with all the shiny little pieces that life has ripped from him.

Una mina. C'è un modo di morire più afghano di questo, Amirjan?

Hasan'?n rüyas?n? düÅŸündüm; ÅŸu gölde yüzdüÄŸümüz rüyay?. Canavar falan yok, demiÅŸti; yaln?zca su. Oysa yan?lm??t?. Gölde bir canavar vard?. Hasan'? bileÄŸinden yakalam??, onu çamurlu dibe çekmiÅŸti. O canavar bendim. Sayfa : 103

Most of our neighbors in Fremont were bus drivers, policemen, gas station attendants, and unwed mothers collecting welfare, exactly the sort of blue-collar people who would soon suffocate under the pillow Reganomics pressed to their faces.

Se întâmpla cu mult timp în urm?, dar, aÈ™a cum am aflat din proprie experien??, e greÈ™it ce se spune despre trecut, c? poÈ›i s? îl îngropi. Pentru c? trecutul îÈ™i face drum spre lumin? cu ghearele.

A spectacularly foolish and baseless faith, against enormous odds, that a world you do not control will not take from you the one thing you cannot bear to lose. Faith that the world will not destroy you.

You're afraid, Nana, she might have said. You're afraid that I might find the happiness you never had. And you don't want me to be happy. You don't want a good life for me. You're the one with the wretched heart.

turned out that, like Satan, cancer had many names.

Thinking of him, of the anguish of his final days, and my own helplessness in the face of it, makes everything I have done, everything I wanted to do, seem as unsubstantial as the little vows you make yourself as you're going to sleep, the ones you've already forgotten by the time you wake up.

Zindagi Migzara

În curând începu t?ierea È™i primul zmeu înfrânt, sc?pat de sub control, se pr?buÈ™i într-un vârtej. C?deau din cer ca stelele c?z?toare, cu cozile lor lungi, scânteietoare, pres?rând cartierele de dedesubt cu daruri pentru competitorii r?maÈ™i, fiindc? erau ele însele mult-râvnitele trofee.

Îndurasem prea mult, ajunsesem prea aproape. ?i deodat? speranÈ›a a devenit certitudine. Aveam s? câÈ™tig. Nu È™tiam când, dar aveam s? câÈ™tig.

It was Honiara and me against the world. And I'll tell you this, Amir Jan : In the end, the world always wins. That's just the way of things.

women who were killing themselves out of fear of being raped, and of men who, in the name of honor, would kill their wives or daughters if they'd been raped by the militia. Aziza

I've read, Monsieur Boustouler, that if an avalanche buries you and you're lying there underneath all that snow, you can't tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yourself out but pick the wrong way, and you dig yourself to your own demise. That was how I felt, disoriented, suspended in confusion, stripped of my compass.

Las malas hierbas del desierto siguen con vida, pero la flor de primavera florece y se marchita.

La perspectiva es un lujo que sólo pueden permitirse las mentes que no están atormentadas por un enjambre de demonios.