Quotes About Hardship

The boy worked there about eighteen months, came home one evening with a shortness of breath. He said, "Mother, I cannot get my breath." Shirley was sick about three months. I would carry him from his bed to the table, from his bed to the porch. in my arms.

The only social injustice in the world is that the harder the job, the less it pays off.

The road to success is not child's play. Perseverance, discipline and sacrifice are necessary to reach this promised land. No wonder few people are successful in life, those who are willing to go beyond bodily limits.

We get wet from the rain and sweat from the sun.

Life had been hard on him, but he was still moving, and he was still working, and he was still fighting for those who couldn't fight for themselves.

My unshed tears had hardened to stone inside me.

Life is messy—there's no doubt about it. It's hard . . . and it often sets us back on our heels . . . but that still doesn't mean it isn't glorious. God gave us this glorious life to see what we would do with it . . . and He gave us resilient spirits and a promise to always be with us . . . through every struggle.

hard work is still peace compared to what can worry a person on the inside.

I have a hard time sleeping at night and a hard time staying awake in the day. Being older is harder work that I thought I'd be, that's all.

I realized that poverty was a kind of captivity.

Living is getting knocked down time and again, then standing up time and again, and once more. It's easy to act honorable when things are coming along and all your pastures are green. Plenty difficult when the ground is dried and burned and people have connived to take even that from you. I'll sell this place, or I'll lose it. I'll go on. People who don't have hard times aren't living.

Many people----women especially----remain trapped in the poverty into which they were born. The successful person from this background is the exception. The American dream is a double-edged sword in that those who are able to carve out their own destiny are also hard-pressed not to condemn those who get struck between the cracks.

Through no fault of their own, 20 percent of the American labor force was out of work by 1932. Average men woke to find themselves as outcasts, without the emblems of American male identity: jobs, homes, the means to provide for their families.

the colonists best suited to the Georgia experiment were not English but Swiss, German, French Huguenot, and Scottish Highlander, all of whom seemed prepared for lives of hardship, arriving as whole communities of farming families.

My dad worked several jobs to pay for my expense in skating.

It wasn't always easy getting up at 5 o'clock in the morning to go to the rink. Sometimes I wanted to just go back to sleep.

neither of them has yet learned to accept hard necessity without making it worse by regret. That's a vital lesson, Miri. Regret is not productive. Nor is guilt, nor grief.

You are naught but skin and bone and suffering.

That our path was hard does not mean it was not also right, nor that it is not paved with blessings.

In his dark story collection Poachers, Tom Franklin, who once worked in a grit factory, offers the sad and sorry lives of people stuck in the back-waters of the Alabama River, who tend to subsist on a steady diet of moon-shine and stale crackers.

The soldiers became desperate. 'We were absolutely, literally starved,' noted Private Joseph Martin in his diary. After four days without food, he gnawed a piece of black birch bark off a stick. Then, 'I saw several of the men roast their old shoes and eat them.

It is hard now, very hard, but the difficulty is familiar.

There is no safety that does not also restrict us. And many needless restrictions feel safe and comfortable. It is so hard to know, at any moment, the distinction between being safe and being caged. It is hard to know when it is better to choose freedom and fear, and when it is simply foolhardy. I have often, I think, too often erred on the side of caution.

He wrote such profound thoughts in such a deceptively simple way. Right off the bat, first paragraph, he tells you life is hard, that there are no simple answers, and that we should all stop moaning about it and get on with it. Love, he wrote, was action, not emotion.