Quotes About Hardship

Affliction hardens and discourages us because, like a red hot iron, it stamps the soul to its very depths with the scorn, the disgust, and even the self-hatred and sense of guilt that crime logically should produce but actually does not.

Ten years I toiled for that man without reward. Ten years of my incessant labor has contributed to increase the bulk of his possessions. Ten years I was compelled to address him with downcast eyes and uncovered head—in the attitude and language of a slave. I am indebted to him for nothing, save undeserved abuse and stripes.

But at the same time, my resolve is hardening like lacquer. I'm taking time out, but I'm not giving up. I mean, I'm only in my twenties; am I going to let one setback crush my ambition? No.

Tell me the news, again, whatever it is... sorrow and I are hardly strangers. I can bear the worst.

It's perfect justice: natures like yours are hardest on themselves.

Without labor nothing prospers.

If I'd died then, I'd never have dragged myself, my loved ones through such hell.

This is a tragic world we live in.

How many a poor immortal soul I have met well-nigh crushed and smothered under its load, creeping down the road of life, pushing before it [an oversized home].

I thought I was gonna be in the minimum-wage working world all my life.

That's the story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor.

I had spent 10 days of my life digging for garbage.

Life was hard on mothers; but then, they just didn't understand.

I think just because life is hard, it does seem fun to have a break and laugh about things, so I think in the end, my instincts go there.

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work

I knew how severe I had been and how bad things had been. The one who is doing his work and getting satisfaction from it is not the one who poverty bothers.

The factories, the jails, the drunken days and nights, the hospitals have weakened and shaken me like a mouse in the mouth of a hip-cat: life.- from an Aug. 1965 letter to Jim Roman "On Cats

Now, comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short.

Life as we find it is too hard for us it entails too much pain too many disappointments impossible tasks. We cannot do without palliative remedies.

It was a confusing time in my life, a really bad day at the office.

it ain't as hard as picking cotton

In real life, you don't get a reset, and you don't get extra lives, and I got the crap pounded out of me.

My life consists of two things, Pain and hardship that no one but me can describe, Love and joy that can only be mesured in who I am

Poverty is like punishment for a crime you didn't commit.