Quotes About Struggle

For a few moments, raising his arms desperately, the Reverend Mouret implored Heaven. His shoulder-blades cracked, with such fantastic force did he pray. But soon enough his arms fell to his sides, his hopes abashed. From heaven came one of those silences utterly void of hope known to the devout.

Here, on a human face, appeared all the ruin following upon hopeless labour. Laveuve's unkempt beard straggled over his features, suggesting an old horse that is no longer cropped; his toothless jaws were quite askew, his eyes were vitreous, and his nose seemed to plunge into his mouth. But above all else one noticed his resemblance to some beast of burden, deformed by hard toil, lamed, worn to death, and now only good for the knackers.

Speculation, speculation!' she [Caroline Hamelin] mechanically repeated, struggling with her doubts. 'Ah! the idea of it fills my heart with disturbing anguish.

She made one instinctive effort to resist and then yielded, slipping down on to the floor. Not a single word was exchanged. The act was silent and brutal

Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.

Quando non c'è più speranza nel futuro, il presente si colora di una spaventosa amarezza.

Lorsque l'avenir est sans espoir, le présent prend une amertume ignoble

Things were definitely going badly. The night looked like ending in disaster. In one corner of the room Maria Blond had started squabbling with Léa de Horn, whom she accused of sleeping with men who weren't really rich.

Monsieur Josserand died very quietly - a victim of his own honesty. He had lived a useless life, and he went off, worthy to the last, weary of all the petty things in life, done to death by the heartless conduct of the only human beings that he had ever loved.

Al principio, pretendía aprovechar las ocasiones, a fé de buena ama de casa: luego, se dejaba llevar por la coquetería: al final, se la comían viva.

Ne doutez pas de moi, laissez-moi la force de me vaincre.

II y avait en elle un manque d'équilibre entre le sang et les nerfs, une sorte de détraquement du cerveau et du cÅ"ur, qui la faisait vivre en dehors de la vie ordinaire.

The sea with its perpetual oscillation, that obstinate swell sweeping up to the cliffs twice a day, exasperated him: it was senseless force, indifferent to his grief, wearing down the same rocks for centuries while never mourning the death of a single human being. it was too vast, too cold; and he would hurry home and shut himself indoors, to feel less insignificant, less crushed between the dual infinities of sea and sky.

Decididamente, ela era encantadora. Assim que acabasse de comer, tomá-la-ia em seus braços e beijaria aqueles lábios grossos e róseos. Era a resolução de um tímido, um pensamento de violência que chegava a estrangular-lhe a voz.

Le había quedado, de los tiempos en los que soñaba con dedicarse a la literatura y se juntaba con poetas, una desesperación universal.

Bir tek tutkum var; Bunca ac?lar çeken ve mutluluÄŸa hakk? olan insanl?k ad?na duyduÄŸum ayd?nl?k tutkusu. CoÅŸkulu protestom, yüreÄŸimden kopan ç??l?ktan baÅŸka bir ÅŸey deÄŸildir. Beni a??r ceza mahkemesi önüne ç?karmay? göze als?nlar ve herkesin önünde soruÅŸturma aç?ls?n! Bekliyorum.

Ey adalet, ne korkunç bir umutsuzlukla s?k?l?yor insan?n yüreÄŸi!

The ground was shaking beneath their feet and they clung to the resolutions they had made in calmer moments, to avoid plunging into the abyss.

When the future is without hope, the present tastes appallingly bitter.

Hanya orang-orang tak berumah, yang memang sudah tidak punya apa-apa dan karenanya tidak mungkin kehilangan apa-apa, yang ingin melihat tembak-menembak dimulai

Nobody even spoke now, for they were all stupified by the accmulation of woes-- granpa coughing and spitting black, with his old rheumatic complaint returning to dropsy, father asthmatical, his knees swollen up with water, mother and the children scarred by scrofula and hereditary anaemia. Of course all that was part of the job, and you didn't complain except when the lack of food finished you off.

Quand je pense, dit Sandoz, que ces petits fignoleurs de l'École et du journalisme l'ont accusé de paresse et d'ignorance, en répétant les uns à la suite des autres qu'il avait toujours refusé d'apprendre son métier ! (...) Jamais ils ne comprendront que ce qu'on apporte, lorsqu'on a la gloire d'apporter quelque chose, déforme ce qu'on apprend.

Des hommes poussaient, une armée noire, vengeresse, qui germait lentement dans les sillons, grandissant pour les récoltes du siècle futur, et dont la germination allait faire bientôt éclater la terre.

Et maintenant, que veux-tu que je fasse, si tu emportes toute ma vie ?