Quotes About Work

How do you nurture a positive attitude when all the statistics say you're a dead man? You go to work.

It's like the fellah in the lavatory said, No job's over 'til the paperwork's done.

Old boy, in this life there will always be a certain amount of shit to be shovelled. I really would urge you to buy a long-handled spade and simply get on with it.

I recently got my wife to take me back, which is good because I don't like to work and she supports me when we're together.

Or don't you trust me?" "I work in Hell, Jones, I don't trust anyone except myself and I keep a close eye on my shadow. Possession

Meanwhile, the front door opened. It was something it was very good at. After all, it had been doing it for years. Did it with skill and grace, obviously taking great pride in its work, not even making a squeak. Probably

The potion would keep the pain at bay for twenty four hours or so. After that, the pain would row its way back from its relaxing day bayside, and get back to work with a vengeance.

I truly respect the people who are working. If they want an autograph from Patti LaBelle, they are going to get it. I have never separated myself from them. I never think you are better than the next one.

For life is the best thing we have in this existence. And if we should desire to believe in something, it should be a beacon within. This beacon being the sun, sea, and sky, our children, our work, our companions and, most simply put, the embodiment of love.

We never had any children," he said ruefully. "Our work was our children.

Home is a desk. The amalgamation of a dream. Home is the cats, my books, and my work never done. All the lost things that may one day call to me, the faces of my children who will one day call to me. Maybe we can't draw flesh from reverie nor retrieve a dusty spur, but we can gather the dream itself and bring it back uniquely whole.

I understood that what matters is the work: the string of words propelled by God becoming a poem, the weave of color and graphite scrawled upon the sheet that magnifies His motion. To achieve within the work a perfect balance of faith and execution. From this state of mind comes a light, life-changed.

the law of empathy, by which he could, by his will, transfer himself into an object or a work of art, and thus inflence the outer world. He did not feel redeemed by the work he did. He did not seek redemption. He sought to see what others did not, the projection of his imagination.

People have the power to redeem the work of fools.

Of all your work, you are still your most beautiful. The most beautiful work of all.

We would work side by side for hours, in a state of mutual concentration.

Without realizing it, I had said goodbye to traditional employment. I never punched a clock again. I made my own time and my own money.

Here is joy and neglect. A little mescal. A little jacking off, but mostly just work. —This is how I live, I am thinking.

Half-empty paper coffee cups. Half-eaten deli sandwiches. An encrusted soup bowl. Here is joy and neglect. A little mescal. A little jacking off, but mostly just work. —This is how I live, I am thinking.

I'm a worker. I do the work to communicate, and I want people to embrace it, and when they do I'm happy.

Robert had little patience with these introspective bouts of mine. He never seemed to question his artistic drives, and by his example, I understood that what matters is the work: the string of words propelled by God becoming a poem, the weave of color and graphite scrawled upon the sheet that magnifies His motion. To achieve within the work a perfect balance of faith and execution. From this state of mind comes a light, life-charged.

One step into a living space and one can sense the centrality of work in a life.

We never saw beyond New York save in books and never sat in an airplane holding each other's hand to ascend into a new sky and descend onto a new Earth. Yet Robert and I had explored the frontier of our work and created space for each other.

Nothing seemed more romantic to my young mind. I imagined myself as Frida to Diego, both muse and maker. I dreamed of meeting an artist to love and support and work with side by side.