Quotes about Struggle
To suffer and to be happy although suffering, to have one's feet on the earth, to walk on the dirty and rough paths of this earth and yet to be enthroned with Christ at the Father's right hand, to laugh and cry with the children of this world and ceaselessly sing the praises of God with the choirs of angels—this is the life of the Christian until the morning of eternity breaks forth.
— Edith Stein
It was easy enough to despise the world, but decidedly difficult to find any other habitable region.
— Edith Wharton
The very good people did not convince me; I felt they'd never been tempted. But you knew; you understood; you felt the world outside tugging at one with all its golden hands - and you hated the things it asked of one; you hated happiness bought by disloyalty and cruelty and indifference. That was what I'd never known before - and it's better than anything I've known.
— Edith Wharton
Under the glitter of their opportunities she saw the poverty of their achievement.
— Edith Wharton
He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled dreams of an inarticulate lifetime.
— Edith Wharton
Perhaps I might have resisted a great temptation, but the little ones would have pulled me down.
— Edith Wharton
She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her.
— Edith Wharton
Sometimes life seems like a match between oneself and one's gaolors. The gaolers, of course, are one's mistakes; and the question is, who'll hold out longest? When I think of that, life instead of being too long, seems as short as a winter day....
— Edith Wharton
The world] is not a pretty place; and the only way to keep a footing in it is to fight it on its own terms - and above all, my dear, not alone!
— Edith Wharton
Affluence, unless stimulated by a keen imagination, forms but the vaguest notion of the practical strain of poverty.
— Edith Wharton
Ah, he would take her beyond---beyond the ugliness, the pettiness, the attrition and corrosion of her soul.
— Edith Wharton
Each was anxious to play the part fate had allotted to him, and each was dimly conscious of an inability to remain confined in it, and painfully aware that their secret problems would have been unintelligible to most men of their own class and kind.
— Edith Wharton