Quotes About Hardship

And during foul weather, there was no cooking at all, and the sailors endured cold

wine, hardtack, and water, to say nothing of the freshly caught sea elephants.

in freezing weather. They were cold and exhausted; soon they would be starving.

Magellan's crew, confined aboard their ships, relied on worm-eaten biscuits

In another letter, he suggests that writing the book was "purchased so dearly and with such hardship that nobody who had the choice would have written it at that price".

Neler çekti?imi anlatamam. Verdi?im sözden dönmemek için harcad???m gayretle birkaç Himalaya'y? devirebilirdim.

War makes men barbarous because, to take part in it, one must harden oneself against all regret, all appreciation of delicacy and sensitive values. One must live as if those values did not exist , and when the war is over one has lost the resilience to return to those values.

La vie, ce n'est pas une bite, elle est toujours dure.

It's not a pretty world, Papa.' 'I've noticed,' my father said softly.

Cutting stalks at noontime. Perspiration drips to the earth. Know you that your bowl of rice each grain from hardship comes?

The Occupation, Lucien realized, hadn't just bred hatred of Jews, it had brought out the very worst in human beings. Hardship had bred pure self-interest, setting group against group, neighbor against neighbor, and even friend against friend. People would screw over each other for a lump of butter.

Hardship had bred pure self-interest, setting group against group, neighbor against neighbor, and even friend against friend. People

Born on St. Valentine's Day in 1913, Jimmy Hoffa was seven years older than Frank Sheeran. Yet both grew to manhood in the same Great Depression, a time when management normally held the upper hand and people struggled just to put food on the table. Jimmy Hoffa's father, a coal miner, died when he was seven. His mother worked in an auto plant to support her children. Jimmy Hoffa quit school at age fourteen to go to work to help his mother. Hoffa

My life is one demd horrid grind.

I am a lone lorn creetur… and everythink goes contrairy with me.

"Hard," replied the Dodger. "As nails," added Charley Bates.

With drooping heads and tremulous tails, they mashed their way through the thick mud, floundering and stumbling between whiles, as if they were falling to pieces at the larger joints. As often as the driver rested them and brought them to a stand, with a wary "Wo-ho! so-ho-then!

se there was a matter of half a ream of brown paper stuck upon me, from first to last. As I laid all of a heap in our kitchen, plastered all over, you might have thought I was a large brown-paper parcel, chock full of nothing but groans. Did I groan loud, Wackford, or did I groan soft?' asked Mr Squeers, appealing to his son.

if they would but think how hard it is for the very poor to have engendered in their hearts, that love of home from which all domestic virtues spring, when they live in dense and squalid masses where social decency is lost, or rather never found ... and [those who rule] strive to improve the wretched dwellings in bye-ways where only Poverty may walk ... In hollow voices from Workhouse, Hospital, and jail, this truth is preached from day to day, and has been proclaimed for years.

He had expected labour, and he found it, and did it and made the best of it. In this, his prosperity consisted.

In London, he had expected neither to walk on pavements of gold, nor to lie on beds of roses; if he had had any such exalted expectation, he would not have prospered. He had expected labour, and he found it, and did it and made the best of it. In this, his prosperity consisted.

Charles, throughout his imprisonment, had had to pay heavily for his bad food, and for his guard, and towards the living of the poorer prisoners.

A man who had been soaked in water, and smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by nettles, and torn by briars; who limped, and shivered, and glared and growled; and whose teeth chattered in his head as he seized me by the chin.

If you entertain the supposition that any real success, in great things or in small, ever was or could be, ever will or can be, wrested from Fortune by fits and starts, leave that wrong idea here or leave your cousin Ada here.