Quotes About Struggle

I lied and called it "nothing," simply because it was too exhausting to lay it all out.

I don't think your ability to fight has anything to do with how big you are. It's to do with how much anger is in you.

Moral decisions. She had thought she was done with them. You did your best and then wondered for the rest of your life if you'd done the right thing.

I'm not worrying about the environment at the moment. I'm having enough trouble with my own.

On a more serious note, the idea that nothing is impossible with God can be a very difficult statement because it can give the impression that God could have acted when we needed healing or rescue.

Lorsque vous essayez d'appliquer la régionalisation avancée dans le tiers monde, c'est comme si vous essayiez d'avoir un enfant d'une femme sans se galocher

You can become rich easily but it's quite hard to become bourgeois

Poverty has its advantages. When you're that poor what would you have that anyone would want? Except your peace of mind. Your dignity. Your heart. The important things.

Between the sun and poverty there was us for a little while.

I don't know why so many of our ideals were stamped out like cigarette butts when we believed in them so furiously. Perhaps we were not furious enough.

I tried to understand how in every journey a man or woman was both hero and anti-hero at varying times. Years

But what had really happened, unfortunately, as ideal as it started out to be, was not that they had succeeded in becoming one, but that they had become neither.

Enfrente, a su espalda, a sus costados, estaban las otras cumbres: Oz, Cuatro Cruces, los agudos colmillos de Sagrado, Vientoduro. Más allá, la lejanía del Negromonte. Casí transparente, más allá de los pinares y las hayas, se adivinaba la ingrata zona de las Artámilas, con su hambre y su miseria.

Amigo, yo bien sé lo que hacen los hombres con los vencidos". Y no era más que una frase. Nada más. ¿Qué sé yo de lo que hacen los hombres con los vencidos…? ¿Quiénes son, al fin y al cabo, los vencidos? ¿Me creí acaso, entonces, vencido? No: no lo pensé suiquiera. Yo mantenía mi esperanza.

Qué es el corazón que, a veces, tanto duele? - El corazón es eso que tenemos dentro y que la emprende a patadas, o simula paz, o llena de frío o calor nuestra naturaleza. El corazón, Aranmanoth, es el gran depredador.

Depression is not madness, it's just depression, the loser version, the low-energy response to bad stuff that happens in your life. When you're depressed, you think you're the only one to have ever tasted this kind of hurt. And that lonely self-regard brings with it its own painful pleasure.

Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.

I was thinking of my patients, and how the worst moment for them was when they discovered they were masters of their own fate. It was not a matter of bad or good luck. When they could no longer blame fate, they were in despair.

The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation.

Written laws are like spiders' webs; they will catch, it is true, the weak and poor, but would be torn in pieces by the rich and powerful.

These decrees of yours are no different from spiders' webs. They'll restrain anyone weak and insignificant who gets caught in them, but they'll be torn to shreds by people with power and wealth.

What is man's chief enemy Each man is his own.

Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.