Quotes About Hardship

Suffering and success go together. If you are succeeding without suffering, it is because others before you have suffered; if you are suffering without succeeding, it is that others after you may succeed.

I've NEVER met anybody who has become incredibly successful in any area of their life until they have suffered, and sweat, and sacrificed and kept their focus and fought through tears and trials and tests. If you have a dream and you commit to it it will come to pass!

The struggle alone pleases us, not the victory.

It is the story of obscure beginnings, the story of a boy who, barely eleven, after his father's early death, had to take on the burden of being the "man of the family"; a story of great hardships, of vision and determination, of sorrow and success.

J. K. Rowling was on welfare when she wrote the first Harry Potter book and has stated that she considered herself "the biggest failure I knew," but this didn't stop her.

My father left us when I was 10, so I had to make enough money for us to be able to live in a house because my brother went in the service during Vietnam and I was sole support of my mother. And she had no skills, really, except to clean other people's houses. So I had to have a bunch of jobs, you know, as well as music.

It's nice, being brought up with no money at all. It's just not how I measure success, so that makes it a bunch easier.

Poverty and hardship are created by false thinking.

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way.

When I was little, we lived on 8 acres and my mom had a horse. But when I was 7, my mom kicked my dad out, and then in order to feed us five kids, she got critters cheap or for free and raised them for food. We milked a cow, raised chickens, pigs and beef cattle. We heated our one-story house with wood and stayed cold all winter.

No matter how you tell yourself It's what we all go through Those lines are pretty hard to take When they're staring back at you Oh, scared you'll run out of time When did the choices get so hard With so much more at stake Life gets mighty precious When there's less of it to waste

Jesus never let me down You know Jesus used to show me the score Then they put Jesus in show business Now it's hard to get in the door.

In later years, I confess that I do not envy the white boy as I once did. I have learned that success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome while trying to succeed.

With few exceptions, the Negro youth must work harder and must perform his tasks even better than a with youth in order to secure recognition. But out of the hard and unusual struggle through which he is compelled to pass, he gets a strength, a confidence, that one missed whose pathway is comparatively smooth by reason of brith and race.

Experience has taught me, in fact, that no man should be pitied because, every day in his life, he faces a hard, stubborn problem, but rather that it is the man who has no problem to solve, no hardships to face, who is to be pitied.

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I have learned that success is to be measured not so much by the position one has reached in life as by the obstacles he has overcome while trying to succeed.

I am glad that we endured all those discomforts and inconveniences... It means a great deal, I think, to start off on a foundation which one has made for one's self.

Booth Tarkington

One must have been, at some time or other, in a situation where a small sum was as necessary almost as life itself, with no more ability to raise it than to raise the dead, before he can fully appreciate the value of money.

THE WAY YOU WALK IS THORNY, MY SON, THROUGH NO FAULT OF YOUR OWN.

Look what I'm lumbered with. One load of cast-iron crap after another. --Harold Pinter: The Homecoming.

They're ugly, but those are the facts of life.

Somehow, it was hotter then: a black dog suffered on a summer's day; bony mules hitched to Hoover carts flicked flies in the sweltering shade of the live oaks on the square. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon, after their three o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum.