Quotes About Hardship

The wonderful patience of the trail... comes to men who toil hard and suffer sore, and remain sweet of speech and kindly.

Why this longing for Life? It is a game which no man wins. To live is to toil hard, and to suffer sore, till Old Age creeps heavily upon us and we throw down our hands on the cold ashes of dead fires. It is hard to live.

He paid two dollars and a half a month rent for the small room he got from his Portuguese landlady, Maria Silva, a virago and a widow, hard working and harsher tempered, rearing her large brood of children somehow, and drowning her sorrow and fatigue at irregular intervals in a gallon of the thin, sour wine that she bought from the corner grocery and saloon for fifteen cents. From detesting her and her foul tongue at first, Martin grew to admire her as he observed the brave fight she made.

nights on the street. It seems that not only the man who becomes old is punished for his involuntary misfortune, but likewise the man who is struck by disease or accident.

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That is why they are for'ard, in that pigsty of a forecastle, because they lack the iron.

WORK PERFORMED. The phrase haunted his brain...

Farmer hauled before constabulary court after attack upon the person of Bose Coggindell, Fellow of the Institute, 54th Degree, in self-justification: "These chaps have it easy. They lean back in their chairs and say, 'Suffer, you'll love it. Do it the hard way. Sweat.' They'd like me to hitch my wife to a plow, the way it used to be done. So I showed him what I thought of what he calls 'detachment'." Justice (after fining farmer 75 SVU):

Hunzel gave a fleering laugh. "Remember only that the Aquabelle work-camp is stark, and that the food — what there is of it — is sour and bitter.

Love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.

The gods use their chosen hard, but reveal little to them.

Love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is as inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.

What kind of a country are we livin' in, eh? Where there's people feelin' pain in their bellies where food should be, and widows left wantin'—and little children dyin' for need of the hospital.

There's some people who seem to be dealt the wrong hand, and it's just one thing after another.

Here is an organization of labour who adopts crooked measures to keep away from paying the law wage, and, in the hope of making larger income, reduces the wages of his workpeople. Such a man is altogether unfitted for prosperity, and when he unearths himself bankrupt, each as regards popularity and riches, he blames circumstances, now not knowing that he's the sole creator of his condition.

Anyone who has ever struggled with poverty knows how extremely expensive it is to be poor; and if one is a member of a captive population, economically speaking, one's feet have simply been placed on the treadmill forever.

It's a long way," John said slowly, "ain't it? It's a hard way. It's uphill all the way.

Maybe everything bad that happens to you makes you weaker, said Giovanni, as though he had not heard me, and so you can stand less and less.

And her mother still struggled in these white kitchens in town, humming sweet hymns, tiny, mild eyed and bent, her father still labored on the oyster boats; after a lifetime of labor, should they drop dead tomorrow, there would not be a penny for their burial clothes.

What you people don't know,' she said, 'is that life is a bitch, baby. It's the biggest hype going. You don't have any experience in paying your dues and it's going to be rough on you, baby, when the deal goes down. There're lots of back dues to be collected, and I know damn well you haven't got a penny saved.

Maybe everything bad that happens to you makes you weaker,' said Giovanni, as though he had not heard me, 'and so you can stand less and less.

It will be hard, James, but you come from sturdy, peasant stock, men who picked cotton and dammed rivers and built railroads, and, in the teeth of the most terrifying odds, achieved an unassailable and monumental dignity.

Maybe everything bad that happens to you makes you weaker,' [...] 'and so you can stand less and less.

There are districts in which the position of the rural population is that of a man standing permanently up to the neck in water, so that even a ripple is sufficient to drown him.