Quotes About Struggle

This was the illness my father was carrying around with him.

And they call themselves Muslims, he whispered.

It was in the tender, slightly panicky way he spoke these words that I knew my father was a wounded person, that his love for me was as true, vast and permanent as the sky, and that it would always bear down upon me. It was the kind of love that, sooner or later, cornered you into a choice: either you tore free or you stayed and withstood its rigor even as it squeezed you into something smaller than yourself.

It was Homaira 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.

Aku sering memuja Baba begitu rupa, dengan intensitas mendekati pemujaanku kepada Tuhan. Tapi saat itu, aku berharap aku bisa menoreh pembuluh nadiku dan mengeluarkan seluruh darah terkutuk Baba dari dalam tubuhku.

Perhaps, they reasoned, the poor, stringent lives

People learned to live wifh the most unimaginable things. As would he. This was his life. This was his mother. This was his father. And this was him, even if he hadn't always known it.

Tapi tentu saja, memang gampang menjadi pintar kalau kamu punya senjata yang siap dipakai.

It was the kind of love that, sooner or later, cornered you into a choice: either you tore free of you stayed and withstood its rigor even as it squeezed you into something smaller than yourself.

It was the kind of love that sooner or later cornered you into a choice: either you tore free or you stayed and withstood its rigor even as it squeezed you into something smaller than yourself

Freedom is for the educated people who fought for it. We were slaves of the English, now we will be slaves of the educated Indians—or the Pakistanis.

Poor people cannot afford to have morals. So they have religion.

If the blanket of man's fate has been woven black, even the waters of Zam Zam and Kausar cannot wash it white.

We also knew that it was in the nature of an empty stomach to produce illusions of grandeur.

and I stare and think of the men inside preparing to fight and the women outside who always had to.

But as much as I tried, I couldn't forget my past. The events that had shaped me continued to weigh on my soul.

I can't go to America. I don't want to go to any foreign land where I don't speak the language or know the customs. I'd rather die here by the Vietcong's hands, among my ancestors, than live like a ghost among strangers. You go!

I was scarcely aware of the angry hands scratching and pulling at me from all directions. Instead, I closed my eyes and wished silently for death to free me.

Instead of relishing life, people merely existed. Such was the case with my family.

Take me instead,' Mrs. Dang said, holding on to my arm tightly. 'I can fight if I have to. Leave my boy out of this.' 'Not a possibility,' he told her. 'In the old days, whenever I tangoed with Death, I needed my men. Death is here right now, and your son will do just fine.

Personal Note: I'm trying really hard to keep a straight face at this point)

when the ambitious man whose slogan is 'Either Caesar or nothing' does not get to be Caesar, he despairs over it. But this also means something else: precisely because he did not get to be Caesar, he now cannot bear to be himself.

This is what he knew that Paul didn't: the world was precarious and sometimes cruel. He'd had to fight hard to achieve what Paul simply took for granted.

It wasn't right. He knew that, but it was like falling: once you started you couldn't stop until something stopped you.