Quotes About Work

If you have done a hard day's work under a strong sun and then walked six miles the effect of two glasses of port, when the port is good, is such to marvel at.

Citizenship, after all, is not an entitlement; it requires work. Yet too many citizens of republics, ancient and modern, come to believe that they deserve rights without assuming responsibilities—and they don't worry how or why or from whom they inherited their privileges.1

Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening. 'The Spirit is a garden,' said he

She worked in order to live, and presently fell in love, also in order to live, for the heart, too, has its hunger.

He was not his father, and this was not his work; but he was the master, and this was his masterpiece.

Sometimes he dug in his garden; again, he read or wrote. He had but one word for both these kinds of toil; he called them gardening. The mind is a garden, said he.

La pensée est le labeur de l'intelligence, la rêverie en est la volupté.

She worked to live; then, also to live, for the heart too has its hunger, she loved.

Lavorava per vivere; poi, sempre per vivere, poiché anche il cuore ha fame, amò.

He asked himself whether human society could have the right also to subject its members,on the one hand,to its crazy lack of foresight and,on the other,to its pitiless foresight,and to hold a poor man forever between a lack and an excess-lack of work and excess of punishment

To-morrow fulfils its work irresistibly, and it is already fulfilling it to-day. It

To-morrow fulfils its work irresistibly, and it is already fulfilling it to-day.

Society absolutely must look into these things since they are its own work.

But the work of the wise is one thing and the work of the merely clever is another.

Tantôt il bêchait la terre dans son jardin, tantôt il lisait et écrivait. Il n'avait qu'un mot pour ces deux sortes de travail, il appelait cela jardiner.

They wanted an end to oppression, an end to tyranny, an end to the sword, work for men, instruction for the child, social sweetness for the woman, liberty, equality, fraternity, bread for all, the idea for all, the Edenizing of the world. Progress; and that holy, sweet, and good thing, progress, they claimed in terrible wise, driven to extremities as they were, half naked, club in fist, a roar in their mouths. They were savages, yes; but the savages of civilization.

Mário estabelecera do seguinte modo o problema da sua vida: trabalhar o menos possível no serviço material para trabalhar o mais possível no serviço impalpável; por outras palavras, dar algumas horas à vida real e lançar o resto no infinito.

But architecture will no more be the social, collective, dominant art. The great poem, the great work of humankind will never again be built but printed.

Um dos livreiros para quem trabalhava, Magimel, creio eu, oferecera-lhe levá-lo para sua casa, fornecer-lhe um trabalho regular e dar-lhe 1500 francos por ano. Ter boa casa e 1500 francos, que boa coisa! Mas renunciar à sua liberdade, ser uma espécie de mercenário, uma espécie de literato-caixeiro. Segundo o modo de ver de Mário, (...) ganhava em comodidades e perdia em dignidade

Work is the law; whoever spurns it as tiresome will have it as punishment

And blossoming, odour-giving creation, loving and charming, and the grand sky golden with morning spread about La Tourgue and the guillotine, and seemed to say to man, Behold my work, and yours.

More and more, though, those memories felt manufactured, false. She couldn't remember the last time her mother laughed about anything. All Mom did was work. Work, work, work. As if that would save them.

A man. It was always about the men. They seem to think it meant nothing to cook and clean and bear children and tend gardens. But we women of the Great Plains worked from sunup to sundown, too, toiled on wheat farms until we were as dry and baked as the land we loved.

You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it true. You may have to work for it, however. —Richard Bach, Illusions