Quotes About Work

Hay muchas cosas que me gustan, pero nada reemplaza al trabajo".

Dejadme escapar de la mentirosa y criminal ilusión de la felicidad! Dadme trabajo, cansancio, dolor y entusiasmo.

reason told me that wherever we are thrown on earth, no matter how false our position, no matter how debased those beings who surround us, our duty is to work to combat evil and allow good to triumph.

Le plus heureux des hommes serait celui qui, possédant la science de son labeur, et travaillant de ses mains, puisant le bien-être et la liberté dans l'exercice de sa force intelligente, aurait le temps de vivre par le cur et par le cerveau, de comprendre son uvre et d'aimer celle de Dieu.

Le fossoyeur fit la cuisine et la fit fort bien. Il

Le sillon du laboureur ne vaut-il pas celui de l'oisif qui a pourtant un nom, un nom qui restera si, par une singularité ou une absurdité quelconque, il fait un peu de bruit dans le monde ?…

The work that stirs the greatest passion is also the work that creates around it the greatest silence, the strongest imperative to stand back and admire and let others admire, without interfering.

Why will it not work. What magic word made it work. Who is the keeper of that word. What did it profit Him to switch this one off. What a contraption it is. How did it ever run. What spark ran it. Grand little machine. Set up just so. Receiving the spark, it jumped to life.

What is my purpose? To get paid. How do I accomplish my purpose more efficiently?

don't worry, work, and have faith that all answers will be found there.

It is a hard, humdrum existence, and only stolid cart horses like Marya Vasilyevna can bear it for a long time; lively, alert, impressionable people who talk about their calling and about serving the ideal are soon weary of it and give up the work.

And there is distrust in Washington. I am surprised, frankly, at the amount of distrust that exists in this town. And I'm sorry it's the case, and I'll work hard to try to elevate it.

Pray as if it all depends upon God, for it does. But work as if it all depends upon us, for it does.

My father enjoyed working hard, and he liked to see the result of his efforts. The lessons his mother had instilled had taken hold: Do your best. Don't be arrogant. Never complain.

Resettlement agents are special people," Sanja says, "and organizations that do this type of work should be celebrated more than they are.

The men who mine coal and fire furnaces and balance ledgers and turn lathes and pick cotton and heal the sick and plant corn—all serve as proudly, and as profitably, for America as the statesmen who draft treaties and the legislators who enact laws.

From incoherent barkings of desire, man can advance to distinct speech now that, labelling the object with a name, he is able to make an implicit connection between the material it is made of and the work required to get it from the old state to the new in which it is ready for use. Thenceforth language firmly anchors the object in the stream of time.

The true luxury and the real potlatch of our times falls to the poverty-stricken, that is, to the individual who lies down and scoffs. A genuine luxury requires the complete contempt for riches, the somber indifference of the individual who refuses to work and makes his life on the one hand an infinitely ruined splendor, and on the other, a silent insult to the laborious lie of the rich.

Quien no trabaja no come, sí, pero quien trabaja no vive.

Qui ne travaille pas ne mange pas, certes, mais qui travaille ne vit plus.

Estaban no cerne da situación máis vulgar, máis estúpida do mundo. Pero por máis que sabían que era vulgar e estúpida, así e todo estaban alí: a oposición entre o traballo e a liberdade, oíran dicir, xa ía boa que deixara de constituír un concepto rigoroso; e sen embargo era o que máis os condicionaba.

I'm beginning to wish you had to work for a living.

Of course he should be punished for doing so! I daresay he has not enough employment. One must remember that he has been used to work and should be made to do so now. It is not at all good for anyone to be perfectly idle.' 'Very true, ma'am,' agreed Mr Beaumaris meekly. Miss Tallant was not deceived. She looked sharply up at him, and bit her lip, saying after a moment: 'We are speaking of Jemmy!' 'I hoped we were,' confessed Mr Beaumaris.

We've had days of unrest here. The situation is no better than it was a week ago, even if there are no 'incidents' to report. The state of siege continues without interruption. Curfew begins at seven P.M. One might think this would be conducive to work, but the necessary atmosphere of concentration and peace is missing. So we all sit sunk in our armchairs.