Quotes About Hardship

Dance Monkey' is about the bad side of busking.

When I was born, my father was a copper miner in Butte, Montana. It was a hard-core, blue-collar situation.

People say they start from the bottom. If you want to see someone who's started from the bottom, go and look at my career. My first 10 fights, I think I paid for them myself. I've fought three times in one month.

I'm sure there are many more people who can identify with failure and hardship in life than with the success of an Alexander Hamilton or a John D. Rockefeller.

We usually never got out of there before four or five o'clock in the morning. Every morning. So it was rough.

You got to pick one - pay your medical bills or pay the mortgage. Most people can't do both, and I'm no different.

The war years were the most difficult time of my life. There was real famine in Moscow. The water froze inside the houses. There was no heat.

Boxing has been the most difficult thing I've ever done. The biggest challenge in my life. I was a boxer. That was hard. Everything else is pretty easy.

My mother made all of our clothes, my friends' mothers made all of their clothes. This was the Depression.

I'm not anybody's judge; I don't know what motivates people to do what they do. But I have a lot of admiration for anybody who can start with absolutely nothing and make a little something out of it.

I grew up with nothing, and that was my motivation.

I have had bad times, but I never lost my motivation to work and make an effort so that in the moments I got to play I could be at my best.

But the prize for courage will surely be awarded most justly to those who best know the difference between hardship and pleasure and yet are never tempted to shrink from danger.

In the end economics is about people ... And economic growth is about a better life for individuals - more choice, less fear, less toil and hardship. ... Yang Li tried factory work and decided that it wasn't for her. Now she says that 'I can close the salon whenever I want.' Economics is about Yang Li's choice.

they carried like freight trains; they carried it on their backs and shoulders - and for all the ambiguities of Vietnam, all the mysteries and unknowns, there was at least the single abiding certainty that they would never be at a loss for things to carry.

To live you gotta be hard, I know that. But nobody wants to be a deadset cunt. That's just not fucking decent.

Liam Rector's "Song Years": "Change is hard and hope is violent".

Typically, everyone in the family went to work wherever they could. Young Lloyd sold newspapers, sacked groceries in the local market, and ran the projector at the movie theater. When he wanted to join the Boy Scouts, a county official lent him the fifty cents for the admission fee. He didn't wear shoes in the summer so that he could have a decent pair in the winter.

Things were going well. Work here was hard, but there was nothing in the way of Mickey Mouse bullshit.

The difficulty is that we get ourselves caught in a double bind: we work so hard that we do not allow ourselves time to dream, and therefore we continue to work hard because we have not had the time to dream up an alternative. If you are ever sacked or made redundant, then I suggest you thank the good Lord above.

the dogma of hard work—which is deeply embedded in contemporary notions of what it means to be American—is what keeps us toiling and keeps us happy to be exploited in this way.

That's life and track though; you work hard for just a few chances

a regimen of hardship and humiliation that at least offered you the dignity of feeling like your existence bore some sort of relationship to reality, that you were no longer engaged in a game of make-believe that would consume the rest of your

Besides, what kind of pilgrimage would it be if it didn't contain some element of hardship and enigma? The quest is essential to the ritual. To orient ourselves at the interface of the visible and invisible worlds - which may be the purpose of all pilgrimages - we must embrace the search as well as its goal. If our journey into the heart (or vagina) of meaning resembles in any appreciable manner our last trip to the shopping mall, we're probably doing something wrong.