Quotes about Struggle
No one can relieve him of his suffering or suffer in his place. His unique opportunity lies in the way in which he bears his burden.
— Viktor E. Frankl
we could say that most men in a concentration camp believed that the real opportunities of life had passed. Yet, in reality, there was an opportunity and a challenge. One could make a victory of those experiences, turning life into an inner triumph, or one could ignore the challenge and simply vegetate, as did a majority of the prisoners.
— Viktor E. Frankl
mankind was apparently doomed to vacillate eternally between the two extremes of distress and boredom.
— Viktor E. Frankl
know that without the suffering, the growth that I have achieved would have been impossible." Is
— Viktor E. Frankl
there is a meaning in life at all, then there must be a meaning in suffering. Suffering is an ineradicable part of life, even as fate and death. Without suffering and death human life cannot be complete.
— Viktor E. Frankl
I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.
— Virginia Woolf
To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!
— Virginia Woolf
who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?
— Virginia Woolf
A sort of transaction went on between them, in which she was on one side, and life was on another, and she was always trying to get the better of it, as it was of her.
— Virginia Woolf
Let me pull myself out of these waters. But they heap themselves on me; they sweep me between their great shoulders; I am turned; I am tumbled; I am stretched, among these long lights, these long waves, these endless paths, with people pursuing, pursuing.
— Virginia Woolf
That would be a glorious life, to addict oneself to perfection; to follow the curve of the sentence wherever it might lead, into deserts, under drifts of sand, regardless of lures, of seductions; to be poor always and unkempt; to be ridiculous in Piccadilly.
— Virginia Woolf
There was no freedom in life, and certainly there was none in death…
— Virginia Woolf