Quotes About Work

The sweat of hard work is not to be displayed. It is much more graceful to appear favored by the gods.

The Chinese did not admire a bent back; goddesses and warriors stood straight. Still there must have been a marvelous freeing of beauty when a worker laid down her burden and stretched and arched.

It is good for a professional to be reminded that his professionalism is only a husk, that the real person must remain an amateur, a lover of the work.

It is good for a professional to be reminded that his professionalism is only a husk, that the real person must remain an amateur, a lover or the work.

A bolt that raised her heart to blazing height And made the vertical the very thrust of hope, And found its path at last (Slow work of Grace).

There was such a thing as woman's work and it consisted chiefly, Hillary sometimes thought, in being able to stand constant interruption and keep your temper.

What they never understood about her solitary life was that it was a solitude so inhabited by the past, that she was never alone in it, except sometimes in the rich disorder of her work room upstairs.

I have said elsewhere that we have to make myths of our lives, the point being that if we do, then every grief or inexplicable seizure by weather, woe, or work can—if we discipline ourselves and think hard enough—be turned to account, be made to yield further insight into what it is to be alive, to be a human being, what the hazards are of a fairly usual, everyday kind.

One did one's work against a steady barrage of demands, of people

And the discipline of work provides an exercise bar, so that the wild, irrational motions of the soul become formal and creative. It literally keeps one from falling on one's face.

The fierce tension in me, when it is properly channeled, creates the good tension for work. But when it becomes unbalanced I am destructive. How to isolate that good tension is my problem these days. Or, put in another way, how to turn the heat down fast enough so the soup won't boil over!

People who have regular jobs can have no idea of just this problem of ordering a day that has no pattern imposed on it from without. The light goes early.

I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as 'making a life'.

Nothing will work unless you do.

remember this: When you cross my doorstep, you have already been raised. With what you have learned...you know the difference between right and wrong. Do right. Don't anybody raise you from the way you have been raised. Know you will have to make adaptations, in love, in relationships, in friends, in society, in work, but don't let anybody change your mind.

I want you to learn that you cannot have anything without working for it. The only way you can be taken advantage of is if you think you can get something for nothing.

Look beyond your tasseled caps And you will see injustice. At the end of your fingertips You will find cruelties, Irrational hate, bedrock sorrow And terrifying loneliness. There is your work.

And now the work begins And now the joy begins Now the years of preparation Of tedious study and Exciting learning are explained

You've been a hard worker—white, black, Asian, and Latino women ship out of the San Francisco port because of you. You have been a shipfitter, a nurse, a real estate broker, and a barber. Many men and—if my memory serves me right—a few women risked their lives to love you. You were a terrible mother of small children, but there has never been anyone greater than you as a mother of a young adult.

When you learn, teach. When you get, give" "But still, like dust, I'll rise" "I'm not on top but I call it swell if I'm able to work and get paid right..." "I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Being a woman is hard work. Not without joy and even ecstasy, but still relentless, unending work. Becoming an old female may require only being born with certain genitalia, inheriting long-living genes and the fortune not to be run over by an out-of-control truck, but to become and remain a woman command the existence and employment of genius.

There ain't no pay beneath the sun As sweet as rest when a job's well done. I was born to work up to my grave But I was not born To be a slave. One

Her world was bordered on all sides with work, duty, religion and her place. I don't think she ever knew that a deep-brooding love hung over everything she touched.

Love happened. She would have never thought that it could happen so rapidly. Love was something you worked at, and she had no doubt their relationship would take a lot of hard work and dedication. But it had simply happened. No explanation. No cataclysmic event or earth-shattering revelation brought on by some external event. It had simply happened.