As long as one suffers one lives.

La vida es conflicto. Ésa es su naturaleza. El escritor debe decidir dónde y cómo orquestar su lucha.

He who would live must fight. He who doesn't wish to fight in this world, where permanent struggle is the law of life, has not the right to exist.

She turns to me sharply. “To live _is_ to fight,” she snaps. “To preserve life is to fight _everything_ that man stands for.” She takes an angry huff of air. “And now her, too, with all the bombs. I fight them every time I bandage the blackened eye of a woman, every time I remove shrapnel from a bomb victim.”

Her voice has raised but she lowers it again. “That's my war,” she says. “That's the war I'm fighting.

For all of us in this world life is a continuous fight.

Struggle! To struggle is to live, and the fiercer the struggle the intenser the life. Then you will have lived; and a few hours of such life are worth years spent vegetating.

"You always have a choice," she spat. "You fight until you see you're beaten, and then you keep on fighting."

I fight, therefore I exist.

La lucha que cada uno libra contra su antiguo ser dura toda la vida.

To live means to struggle, the slave for freedom and the free man for perfection.

The life of an individual is a constant struggle, and not merely a metaphorical one against want or boredom, but also an actual struggle against other people. He discovers adversaries everywhere, lives in continual conflict and dies with sword in hand.

Struggle is everywhere, without struggle no life, and if we want to go on living, we must be ready for further struggles.

Suffer, die, or get better; but whatever you do, live while you are alive.

Fight to live life, to suffer it and to enjoy it. Life is wonderful if you are not afraid of it.