Quotes About Work

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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

You should never lie till ten. There's the very prime of the morning long gone before that time. A person who has not done one half of his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

You shouldn't lie till ten. There's the very prime of the morning gone long before that time. A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

Une personne qui n'a pas fait la moitié de son ouvrage de la journée à dix heures risque de laisser inachevée l'autre moitié.

You shouldn't lie till ten. There's the very prime of the morning gone long before that time. A person who has not done one-half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

The old man sawed as if aeons of time were before him, and as if all the years behind him had been leisurely and all the years in front of him would be equally so. Life had sweetened the old man. He was luscious with time like the end berries of the strawberry season.

I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.

No, scratch the word career. Careers are for people who wish to advance. I only want to survive, draw a paycheck.

You theoretically have so much more time at home, but you fill it with the minutiae that you somehow managed to avoid when you were working.

Nothing about my life is lucky - it's all about hard work, it is all an uphill struggle.

In the world I notice persons are nearly always stressed and have no time. Even Grandma often says that, but she and Steppa don't have jobs, so I don't know how persons with jobs do the jobs and all the living as well. In Room me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the time gets spread very thing like butter over all the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of time on each place, then everyone has to hurry on to the next bit.

Work will be your mother, she whispered; it will lead you through dark days; it will clear you a level place to rest at last.

I did realise that this job was too grim for most people, all the stinking and leaking and dying. Mine was a peculiar vocation.

What will you do with the lazy ones, who would not work?' No one is lazy. They grow hopeless from the misery of their present existence, and give up. Under our order of things, every men would do the work he liked, and would have as much as his neighbor, so could not be unhappy and discouraged.

True social harmony grows naturally out of solidarity of interests. In a society where those who always work never have anything, while those who never work enjoy everything, solidarity of interests is non-existent; hence social harmony is but a myth.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy!

this was business.

Tea? At the beach? No time for luxuries, Holly. There is important work to be done." He winked at Butler. "Are you sure you're at the library? I thought I heard water." Artemis smiled, enjoying the exchange. "Water? Surely not. The only thing flowing here is information." "Are you grinning, Artemis? For some reason I get the feeling that you're wearing that smug smile of yours.

I should take a photo, thought Squib, and pulled his smartphone from the waterproof pocket of his camouflage-type work jeans. And as is so often the case, things would've turned out a whole lot better if the kid could've kept it in his pants.

There is no shame in making an honest effort.

And what else can I do, lame old man that I am, than sing the praise of God? If I were a nightingale, I would perform the work of a nightingale, and if I were a swan, that of a swan. But as it is, I am a rational being, and I must sing the praise of God. This is my work, and I accomplish it, and I will never abandon my post for as long as it is granted to me to remain in it; and I invite all of you to join me in this same song.

Lucky is the man who dies at work.