Quotes About Struggle

He was in a room of the Gesshuuji, which he had thought it would be impossible to visit. The approach of death had made the visit easy, had unloosed the weight that held him in the depths of being. It was even a comfort to think, from the light repose the struggle up the hill had brought him, that Kiyoaki, struggling against illness up that same road, had been given wings to soar with by the denial that awaited him.

It was a painful awakening. Why were things wrong just as they were? The questions which I had asked myself numberless times since boyhood rose again to my lips. Why are we all burdened with the duty to destroy everything, change everything, entrust everything to impermanency? Is it this unpleasant duty that the world calls life? Or am I the only one for whom it is a duty? At least there was no doubt that I was alone in regarding the duty as a heavy burden.

Otaguro's bosom heaved with an ineffable surge of joy. "Every man is fighting," he murmured. "Every man.

My reason for proposing the game also lay in my inverted sense of social duty: in short, I felt that I must not fawn upon the girls, but must somehow give them a hard time.

As I have remarked several times, the future was a heavy burden for me. From the very beginning, life had oppressed me with a heavy sense of duty. Even though I was clearly incapable of performing this duty, life still nagged at me for my dereliction. Thus I longed for the great sense of relief that death would surely bring if only, like a wrestler, I could wrench the heavy weight of life from my shoulders.

And at the time it had not been the flames against which they fought, but against human relationships, against loves and hatreds, against reason, against property. At the time, like the crew of a wrecked ship, they had found themselves in a situation where it was permissible to kill one person in order that another might live.

Someone once said that homosexuals have on their faces a certain loneliness that will not come off.

And the trap into which the deformed person finally falls does not lie in his resolving the state of antagonism between himself and the world, but instead takes the form of his completely approving of this antagonism. That's why a deformed person can never really be cured.

Il dolore genuino può maturare soltanto a grado a grado. Somiglia strettamente alla tubercolosi, in quanto il male è già progredito e ha raggiunto lo stadio critico prima che il paziente si sia reso conto dei suoi sintomi.

Soggiacevo a quello struggimento, ormai ben attecchito in me, di voler nutrire realmente i sentimenti che mi venivano attribuiti.

It's only the desire to live as long as possible that makes everything seem complicated and mysterious.

Why were things wrong just as they were? The questions which I had asked myself numberless times since boyhood rose again to my lips. Why are we all burdened with the duty to destroy everything, change everything, entrust everything to impermanency? Is it this unpleasant duty that the world calls life? Or am I the only one for whom it is a duty?

Bu dunyanin uzerine boydan boya yapistirilmis bir "olaniksizlik"etiketi vardir. Ve bu etiketi yirtip atabileceklerin sadece biz oldugunu aklindan cikarma.

En la vida trazamos el rumbo hacía el que pensamos que es el mal menor, pero la satisfacción que nos procura este instante se mezcla con el placer de humillar nuestros deseos más ardientes y más dificiles de colmar, en el fondo del corazón, y nos contentamos con decirnos que es un mal menor.

Puesto que la vida es un extravio, se diría que el más sensato de los desengaños consiste en elaborar un extravio artificial, ordenado y lógico, en el mismo interior de ese extravio enmarañado e incontrolable.

Como les sucede a tantos jovenes, pues vivir la juventud es una muerte impetuosa y constante, ellos aspiraban continuamente a una nueva destrucción. Un hermoso joven en el umbral de la muerte debe tener una sonrisa en los labios.

El amor sólo puede nacer de la desesperación. El espiritu contra la naturaleza...el movimiento del espiritu hacia esa imposibilidad de comunicación es el amor.

It was suitable that he, whose life had been so incomparably pure a structure, should suffer the pure death of an accident. In that collision, which had lasted no more than a second, there had been a sudden contact and his life had merged with his death. A swift chemical action. Without doubt it was only by such a drastic method that this strange, shadowless young man could join both his shadow and his death.

El autoengaño era mi último rayo de esperanza.

Estos anuncios dolían a Yuichi. Sin poder evitarlo, le obligaban a pensar que la sociedad se basaba en la heterosexualidad, ese principio, enojoso hasta la exasperación, establecido por la mayoría.

Why were things wrong just as they were? The questions which I asked myself numberless times since boyhood rose again to my lips. Why are we all burdened with the duty to destroy everything, change everything, entrust everything to impermanency? Is it this unpleasant duty that the world calls life? Or am I the only one for whom it is a duty? At least there was no doubt that I was alone in regarding the duty as a heavy burden.

Cómo soportar una época que ha manchado todo lo que en otros tiempos era sagrado?

Why, why?" he thought, gritting his teeth. "Why are people not allowed to do what is most beautiful, when ugly, shoddy acts, acts for the sake of gain, are all freely allowed?

Tu sei come un torrente chiaro che scorre sulle rocce, io sono come il suo letto levigato, eroso dalla corrente. Solo se il torrente si asciuga il letto viene risparmiato ma, nonostante tutto, quest'ultimo non vuole inaridirsi e desidera ardentemente che le acque non cessino di scorrere e di consumarlo...