Quotes About Struggle

Chi è deluso da Dio è deluso dagli uomini. Chi reclama un Dio onnipotente sogna uomini senza libertà.

Bense bundan bile daha az?yd?m. Ginza'daki fareden ya da Åžincuku'daki kargadan bile daha az?. Her ÅŸeyimi kaybetmiÅŸtim - ev, statü, iÅŸ, onur, haysiyet - özgürlüÄŸümden baÅŸka her ÅŸeyi. Zaten neyin özgürlüÄŸü? Çabuk bir ölüm ya da g?d?m g?d?m felaket aras?ndaki seçim özgürlüÄŸü.

jest jeszcze przeszkoda psychiczna: nie mam woli. - Nieprawda. Masz du?o woli. - Tak? - Tak, znajdujesz tysiÄ…c powodów, ?eby unikn?? tego, co postanowiÅ'eÅ›. W rzeczywistoÅ›ci masz blokadÄ™ woli, ale to zÅ'a wola. Szkoda, bo Å›cie?ka, którÄ… mo?na wej?? na szczyt, jest tÄ… samÄ…, którÄ… siÄ™ z niego schodzi.

Ovviamente non si ha il diritto di dar da mangiare a Pop Corn, visto che si trova qui per dimagrire. Novantotto chili a nove anni, un metro e dieci di altezza per un metro e dieci di larghezza! Il solo indumento in cui entri completamente è una tuta sportiva americana, le cui righe sembrano avere il mal di mare.

Fiecare pas oferea o victorie. Fiecare sforÅ£are anunÅ£a o înfrângere.

Te-mpaci cu eÅŸecul? — M?-mpac cu lupta neîncetat?. Dup? mine, victoria const? chiar în lupt?, nu în deznod?mântul ei. F?r? s?-mi uit scopul, renunÅ£ la iluzia de a câÅŸtiga.

Personne ne dirige cette guerre. Tout le monde la subit. On ne voit pas sur qui on tire. Les ennemis comme les camarades n'ont le temps d'avoir un visage qu'une fois morts. Cela dépasse toute mesure humaine.

Mój ojciec niewÄ…tpliwie cierpiaÅ' z powodu swojego ateizmu, tym bardziej ?e uwielbiana przez niego matka byÅ'a wierzÄ…ca i pewnie marzyÅ', ?eb podziela? jej wiarÄ™... Bez wÄ…tpienia chciaÅ' równie? zachowa? siÄ™ jak hojny ojciec i oznajmi? swojemu dziecku, ?e Bóg istnieje... ByÅ'aby to dobra nowina... ?aska, której nie umiaÅ' przekaza?...

Né quelque part où il ne fallait pas, j'ai voulu en partir ; réclamant le statut de réfugié, j'ai dégringolé d'identité en identité, migrant, mendiant, illégal, sans-papiers, sans-droits, sans-travail ; le seul vocable qui me définit désormais est clandestin.

We are a society of notoriously unhappy people: lonely, anxious, depressed, destructive, dependent — people who are glad when we have killed the time we are trying so hard to save.

Without effort and willingness to experience pain and anxiety, nobody grows, in fact nobody achieves anything worth achieving.

There is hardly any activity, any enterprise, which is started with such tremendous hopes and expectations, and yet, which fails so regularly, as love.

People are confused and unsure, they seek answers to guide them to joy, tranquillity, self-knowledge, salvation?but they also demand that it be easy to learn, that it require little or no effort, that results be quickly obtained.

Yet all this bespeaks a dim realization of the truth—the truth that modern man lives under the illusion that he knows what he wants, while he actually wants what he is supposed to want. In order to accept this it is necessary to realize that to know what one really wants is not comparatively easy, as most people think, but one of the most difficult problems any human being has to solve. It is a task we frantically try to avoid by accepting ready-made goals as though they were our own.

We have seen, then, that certain socioeconomic changes, notably the decline of the middle class and the rising power of monopolistic capital, had a deep psychological effect... Nazism resurrected the lower middle class psychologically while participating in the destruction of its old socioeconomic position. It mobilized its emotional energies to become an important force in the struggle for the economic and political aims of Germain imperialism.

Man seeks for drama and excitement; when he cannot get satisfaction on a higher level, he creates for himself the drama of destruction.

modern man still is anxious and tempted to surrender his freedom to dictators of all kinds, or to lose it by transforming himself into a small cog in the machine, well fed, and well clothed, yet not a free man but an automaton.

Can freedom become a burden, too heavy for man to bear, something he tries to escape from?

Emma couldn't look away from Mike's eyes, they seemed to glow for a second, but there was something she couldn't place. She found herself leaning closer and her gaze dropped to his lips, she was so close she could feel his breath on her face. Her mind was telling her to pull back, but her hormones were urging her on.

He had heard the voice of London that lives and breathes beneath the rumble of traffic, a voice like the continual high-pitched shriek you hear when you put your head beneath the waves of the sea. It is the sound of millions and millions of creatures living and struggling and dying and being born. It commands those who hear it to eat or be eaten..

Just about the worst thing an artist can do is to try and be a nice person.

Some people, perhaps those with more dignity and less rage gnawing at the roots of their being, are nicer as failures, For me, it was like descending a deep pit that had no bottom

A literary academic can no more pass a bookstore than an alcoholic can pass a bar.

Martyrdom was a hard habit to break.