Quotes About Work

I have to keep moving I don't want to think I'm going to work all day today I don't want to stop Don't want to let my brain catch up my thoughts How will I be able to tell them that I'm a shadow A grey patch of cold rotting life

For some there is no music No lights No fire No untamed madness that breathes life There is work Anguish Frustration Rage Despair A dullness that rings like wooden thunder

I don't mean to be arrogant and I really appreciate my fans but talking about what I am doing is not something I'm good at. I do what I do and that's it. I want to get back to my work and do more of it instead of talking about it.

I think that I'm running from something I heard on the radio That everybody's working for the weekend When does the weekend start? What comes at the end of the week? The end? Picture a tired dog chasing its tail

Heaven is blessed with perfect rest but the blessing of earth is toil.

Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love, to work, to play, and to look up at the stars.

Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love, and to work, and to play, and to look up at the stars and sun.

Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars.

Something attempted, something done,Has earned a night's repose.

Learn to labour and to wait.

It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade.

It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Work is healthy; you can hardly put more upon a man than he can bear. Worry is the rust upon the blade. It is not the revolution which destroys the machinery but the friction. Fear secretes acids; but love and trust are sweet juices

He is the happiest man who is engaged in a business which tasks the most faculties of his mind.

It's not the work which kills people, it's the worry. It's not the revolution that destroys machinery it's the friction.

There is a temperate zone in the mind, between luxurious indolence and exacting work; and it is to this region, just between laziness and labor, that summer reading belongs.

What is precious is not the reward but the work. And I wish you to understand that. If you work and study in order to get a reward, the work will seem hard to you; but when you work, if you love the work, you will find your reward in that.

Darkness had fallen upon everything for him; but just because of this darkness he felt that the one guiding clue in the darkness was his work, and he clutched it and clung to it with all his strength.

I must drink lots of tea or I cannot work. Tea unleashes the potential which slumbers in the depth of my soul.

There was within him a deep unexpressed conviction that all would be well, but that one must not trust to this and still less speak about it, but must only attend to one's own work. And he did his work, giving his whole strength to the task.

he was one of those diplomats who like and know how to work, and, despite his laziness, he occasionally spent nights at his desk.

Constant idleness should be included in the tortures of hell, but it is, on the contrary, considered to be one of the joys of paradise.

You have a consistent character yourself and you wish all the facts of life to be consistent, but they never are. For instance you despise public service because you want work always to correspond to its aims, and that never happens. You also want the activity of each separate man to have an aim, and love and family life always to coincide––and that doesn't happen either. All the variety, charm and beauty of life are made up of light and shade.

What is precious to us in an author's work is the labor of his soul and not the architectural structure in which he packs his thoughts and feelings.

A change now began to take place in his work which gave him enormous pleasure. In the midst of his work moments came to him when he forgot what he was doing and began to feel light, and in those moments his swath came out as even and good as Titus's. But as soon as he remembered what he was doing and starting trying to do better, he at once felt how hard the work was and the swath came out badly.