Quotes about Struggle
The infinite space that each man carries within himself, wherein despairingly he contrasts the movement of his spirit with the acts of his life, is and overpowering thing.
— Victor Hugo
In days gone by, I stole a loaf of bread in order to live; to-day, in order to live, I will not steal a name.
— Victor Hugo
There are men who work hard, digging for gold: he worked hard, digging for pity. The misery of the world was his mine. Pain everywhere was an occasion for goodness always.
— Victor Hugo
A forza d'uscire per recarsi a sognare, viene il giorno in cui si esce per andarsi ad annegare.
— Victor Hugo
What are the convulsions of a city compared to the emeutes of the soul? Man is a depth still more profound than the people.
— Victor Hugo
Man has upon him his flesh, which is at once his burden and his temptation. He drags it with him and yields to it. He must watch it, cheek it, repress it, and obey it only at the last extremity. There may be some fault even in this obedience; but the fault thus committed is venial; it is a fall, but a fall on the knees which may terminate in prayer.
— Victor Hugo
Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are over, this is recognized: that the human race has been harshly treated, but that it has advanced.
— Victor Hugo
People who are overwhelmed with troubles never do look back. They know only too well that misfortune follows in their footsteps.
— Victor Hugo
We live in the midst of a gloomy society. Success; that is the lesson which falls drop by drop from the slope of corruption.
— Victor Hugo
The poor man shuddered inside, flooded with an angelic bliss; he told himself in a burst of joy that this would last all his life; he
— Victor Hugo
Misery, we repeat, had been good for him. Poverty in youth, when it succeeds, has this magnificent property about it, that it turns the whole will towards effort, and the whole soul towards aspiration.
— Victor Hugo
He had come to the supreme crossing of good and evil. He had that gloomy intersection beneath his eyes. On this occasion once more, as had happened to him already in other sad vicissitudes, two roads opened out before him, the one tempting, the other alarming. Which was he to take?
— Victor Hugo