Quotes About Hardship

Badness you can get easily, in quantity: the road is smooth, and it lies close by. But in front of excellence the immortal gods have put sweat, and long and steep is the way to it, and rough at first. But when you come to the top, then it is easy, even though it is hard.

Before the gates of excellence the high gods have placed sweat long is the road thereto and rough and steep at first but when the heights are reached, then there is ease, though grievously hard in the winning.

For here now is the age of iron. Never by daytime will there be an end to hard work and pain, nor in the night to weariness, when the gods will send anxieties to trouble us.

I mean you well, Perses, you great idiot, and I will tell you. Look, badness is easy to have, you can take it by handfuls without effort. The road that way is smooth and starts here beside you. But between us and virtue the immortals have put what will make us sweat. The road to virtue is long and goes steep up hill, hard climbing at first, but the last of it, when you get to the summit (if you get there) is easy going after the hard part.

But at what price? What would she have to block out, just to go from one day to the next? You'll never understand the choice I've had to make. Either way, her life is over. Living like that; or prison. It's the end. Either one will break her.

In England there is no mercy for the poor. You pay for everything, even a broken neck." 472

pikemen were too poor for mail. We went in boiled leather which we hardened by prayer. We wore other men's boots.

I'm very moved to be here today, ... Our lives are now much better, but Vietnam remains a very poor country. We need to work much harder.

I can't remember a time when my mom didn't work. She has forever been on the move: a go-getter. When my brother Adel and I had a paper route as kids, my mom would get up before us at the crack of dawn to drop off the Washington Post at different corners.

Plunge a heated sword into oil, and any small flaw will turn into a crack. But quenched in blood as you were, none of you broke. You were only hardened.

Plunge a heated sword in oil, and any small flaw will turn in to a crack. But quenched in blood as you were, none of you broke. You were only hardened.

Friends, we have not till now been unacquainted with misfortunes.

We may scale cliffs; but to tramp forever in the mud is another thing.

Doing his utmost, deploying all his energy, a young man setting out from zero can wind up after ten years somewhere below where he started.

Kemarahan dan kesedihan sama-sama sulit dipikul

This can happen to anyone.

Eso es: soy un albaricoque reseco, doctor Hodges. No un albaricoque tierno, suave y sabroso, sino un albaricoque mustio, duro e insípido, que te parte un diente cuando le das un bocado.

He worked on it for over fifteen years before he died in his fifties of complications caused by pneumonia.

These are hard times. The world hurts. We live in fear and forget to walk with hope. But hope has not forgotten you. So ask it to dinner. It's probably hungry and would appreciate the invitation.

I seen nights full of pain, days of the same.

It is better to wear out than to rust out." —President Millard Fillmore

Writing as proven to be hard work, often painful. I can honestly say I would rather be fishing.

Never forget the blood sweat and tears The uphill struggle over years the fear and, trash talking and the people it was to, and the people that started it just like you

There's never an easy route to the things that matter.