Quotes About Work

Never forget: This very moment, we can change our lives. There never was a moment, and never will be, when we are without the power to alter our destiny. This second, we can turn the tables on Resistance. This second, we can sit down and do our work.

We have the right to our labor but not to the fruit of our labor.

The soap and sponge were doing their thing.

Work—day-in, day-out exertion and concentration—produces progress and order. That's a law of the universe.

Remember, the Muse favors working stiffs.

These still mornings in the kitchen were a kind of penance meant to exorcise that fear. When he was working, it worked. It was when he stopped that the world returned, and his problems with it, which was the reason he worked in the first place. He was a writer -- all he wanted from this world were the makings of another truer to his heart.

the idea of luck and happiness. How much of life was accidental and how much was work, and practically

He'd have to cut it up and bag the pieces, another chore.

You may be asking yourself at this very moment, Why isn't Stormie's husband writing this book? The answer is simple. He's just like you. He is a busy man, with places to go, people to see, work to do, a family to support, food to eat, a life to live, golf to play, ball games to watch, channels to flip, and a chronic lack of patience when it comes to writing. It's not that he doesn't pray.

Be encouraged when your prayers reveal progress that can be measured even in the tiniest increments. God is at work in your life and in the lives of those around you, and before long, little by little will add up to major change.

If busyness, workaholism, unforgiveness, strife, child-rearing, careers, separate interests, boredom, or miscommunication has crept in between you and your wife, God can work through your prayers to bring down the wall that separates you, melt the armor that has been put on for self-protection, and mold you together in unity.

The Latin term pro bono, as most attorneys will attest, roughly translated means for boneheads and applies to work done without charge.

Thinking is hard work, which is why you don't see a lot of people doing it.

When it comes to work, it isn't so much what we do or how much we're paid; it's the satisfaction we take in doing it.

I like lines, I earn mine.

In the meantime, I have work of my own to do and a life that feels richer for his having been a part of it.

I'm chronically unemployed. Never had a job my whole life. None of my family did. I take that back. Once my daddy was hired on a construction crew for two weeks and two days. He said it was way more work than it paid. He maintained it was just one more way to take advantage of the poor.

More important to what happened in our family, though, was the way my father felt about his work. He loved it. He believed in it with a pure fervor bordering on the religious.

She said it again, I'm tired. She wanted me to tell her it was all right, to get her spirit and go on, but I couldn't say it. I told her, Course you're tired. You worked hard your whole life. That's all you did was work. Don't you remember me for that. Don't you remember I'm a slave and work hard. When you think of me, you say, she never belong to those people. She never belong to nobody but herself. She closed her eyes. You remember that. I will, mauma.

It's thought we're too weak to face danger and hardship. But do we not give birth? Do we not work day and night? Are we not ordered about and silenced? What are robbers and rainstorms compared to these things?

I told Sabe floor-scrubbing was winter

the Russell slaves name Tom has his own blacksmith shop on East Bay. Missus Russell let him work for hire all day

In front, I saw five or six women squatting and cutting the grass with scissors. This was a familiar sight by now, but still strange. At PUST, and even in Pyongyang's parks, I had noticed workers doing the same. Lawnmowers were used in the rest of the world, but not here. Was it about control or was there simply a shortage of gas?

The beginning is the most important part of the work. —Plato