To fulfill a dream, to be allowed to sweat over lonely labor, to be given a chance to create, is the meat and potatoes of life. The money is the gravy.
The cure for anything is salt water -- sweat, teats, or the sea.
One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.
It is the superfluous things for which men sweat.
Sweat is the cologne of accomplishment.
A pint of sweat will save a gallon of blood.
I was in Kashmir last weekend. Went to visit one of my sweaters.
For women's tears are but the sweat of eyes.
What nature requires is obtainable, and within easy reach. It is for the superfluous we sweat.
I don't feel right unless I have a sport to play or at least a way to work up a sweat.
It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best, knows the triumph of high achievement; and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
If you hire people just because they can do a job, they'll work for your money.
But if you hire people who believe what you believe, they'll work for you with blood and sweat and tears.
Writing a book is not as tough as it is to haul thirty-five people around the country and sweat like a horse five nights a week.
It took a lot of blood, sweat and tears to get to where we are today, but we have just begun. Today we begin in earnest the work of making sure that the world we leave our children is just a little bit better than the one we inhabit today.
Enjoy your sweat because hard work doesn't guarantee success, but without it you don't have a chance.
What happens: events interiors, snatch them from the cradle, from the source.
I want to watch watching arrive. I want to watch arrivances. I want to find the root of needing to eat. And taste it: work of sweat / sleep.
The vision of a champion is bent over, drenched in sweat, at the point of exhaustion, when nobody else is looking.
Writing is sweat and drudgery most of the time.
And you have to love it in order to endure the solitude and the discipline.
I would say to the House, as I said to those who have joined this Government: I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: It is victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival.
Every man among us is more fit to meet the duties and responsibilities of citizenship because of the perils over which, in the past, the nation has triumphed; because of the blood and sweat and tears, the labor and the anguish, through which, in the days that have gone, our forefathers moved on to triumph.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition, they do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, they do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago.
To say yes, you have to sweat and roll up your sleeves and plunge both hands into life up to the elbows. It's easy to say no, even if it means dying.
The future can be anything we want it to be, providing we have the faith and that we realize that peace, no less than war, required blood and sweat and tears.
That, Verena managed after some suspenseful seconds, is, she said, regarding her gloved hands, remarkable. Very. I wouldn't have credited either of you with so much imagination. Or is it that I am imagining? Quite likely I'm dreaming of myself in a wet tree on a thundery night. Except I never have dreams, or perhaps I only forget them. This one I suggest we all forget.I'll own up: I think it is a dream. Miss Verena. But a man who doesn't dream is like a man who doesn't sweat: he stores up a lot of poison.
Badness you can get easily, in quantity;
the road is smooth, and it lies close by, But in front of excellence the immortal gods have put sweat, and long and steer is the way to it.
Before the gates of excellence the high gods have placed sweat;
long is the road thereto and rough and steep at first; but when the heights are reached, then there is ease, though grievously hard in the winning.
The worst nightmare I ever had about Vietnam was that I had to go back.
I woke up in a sweat, in total terror.
But I am in the gambling business, for good or ill;
it is the business I have chosen, and the only governing rule that we all recognize is: always sit close to an exit and never trust a man who doesn't sweat.
Happiness... she loves, to see men at work. She loves sweat, weariness, self sacrifice. She will be found not in places but lurking in cornfields and factories; and hovering over littered desks; she crowns the unconscious head of the busy child.
The high sentiments always win in the end, the leaders who offer blood, toil, tears and sweat always get more out of their followers than those who offer safety and a good time. When it comes to the pinch, human beings are heroic.
In journalism it is simpler to sound off than it is to find out.
It is more elegant to pontificate than it is to sweat.
A myriad of men are born; they labor and sweat and struggle; ...they squabble and scold and fight; they scramble for little mean advantages over each other; age creeps upon them; infirmities follow; ...those they love are taken from them, and the joy of life is turned to aching grief. It comes at last--the only unpoisoned gift earth ever had for them--and they vanish from a world where they were of no consequence, ...a world which will lament them a day and forget them forever.