Quotes About Hardship

My life could send healthy people into comas

Sometimes it's moments like that, real complicated moments, absorbing moments, that make you realize that even hard times have things in them that make you feel alive. And then there's music, and girls, and drugs, and homeless people who've read Pauline Kael, and wah-wah pedals, and English potato chip flavors, and I haven't even read Martin Chuzzlewit yet... There's plenty out there.

The most intelligent men, like the strongest, find their happiness where others would find only disaster: in the labyrinth, in being hard with themselves and with others, in effort; their delight is in self-mastery; in them asceticism becomes second nature, a necessity, an instinct. They regard a difficult task as a privilege; it is to them a recreation to play with burdens that would crush all others.

Sometimes, teachers must be hard. People must be given a hard message because life is hard, and dying is hard

My belief is firm in a law of compensation. The true rewards are ever in proportion to the labor and sacrifices made.

My belief is firm in a law of compensation. The true rewards are ever in proportion to the labour and sacrifices made

What I love about cooking is that after a hard day, there is something comforting about the fact that if you melt butter and add flour and then hot stock, it will get thick ! It's a sure thing! It's sure thing in a world where nothing is sure; it has a mathematical certainty in a world where those of us who long for some kind of certainty are forced to settle for crossword puzzles.

And yet, anything real, anything strong, was never easy. She'd been taught from an early age that the things that mattered most were the hardest to obtain.

Nothing worthwhile is ever without complications.

When you reach for the stars, you lose blood and tears. That's something you should remember.

Love shouldn't be hard." "There I think you're wrong. I think it should be the hardest thing there is, then it's not so easily given away, or taken away, or just lost.

Some people expect things to fall into their lap. Oh, they might work a bit for it. I'll just shake this tree, and if I shake it long enough that pretty red apple will plop right into my hand. Never occurs to them that they might have to climb the damn tree, fall out a couple times, get some scrapes and bruises before they get to that apple. Because if the apple's worth wanting, it's worth risking a broken neck.

her long, lovely eyes, mirrored the grief. "It's a hard, hard thing. I can't even imagine it." "Your life stops right there. Just stops. And when it starts up again, it's different. It's never what it was before that moment. Never." He

Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.

Most people would never admit it, but they'd been bitching since they were born. As soon as their head popped out into that bright delivery-room light, nothing had been right. Nothing had been as comfortable or felt so good. Just the effort it took to keep your stupid physical body alive, just finding food and cooking it and dishwashing, the keeping warm and bathing and sleeping, the walking and bowel movements and ingrown hairs, it was all getting to be too much work.

You just don't know what I've been through this past year.

All things are hard, it said. There is nothing easy.

Americans in 1763 lived always in the shadow and presence of death. Death was not yet romanticized as it would be in the 19th century, nor yet sanitized as it would be in the 20th century.

There was an order of misery, misery tucked inside miseries, and you were meant to keep track.

She wondered why there were only two kinds of weather: hardship in the morning, and tribulation at night.

There was an order of misery, misery tucked inside miseries, and you were meant to keep track. The

When the work was done, and the day's punishments, the night waited as an arena for their true loneliness and despair.

It was a magnificent operation, from seed to bale, but not one of them could be prideful of their labor. It had been stolen from them. Bled from them.

Picking had ruined his hands for delicate woodwork.