Quotes About Hardship

With my style, training is very rigorous. You're toe-to-toe, getting beat on six days a week for five or six weeks leading to a fight. There's no fun, no glamour.

My family's challenges meant we lived hand to mouth. There were weeks when we had neither electricity nor heating.

I grew up dreaming of being on Broadway and being able to do that - and 'Hamilton' - was awesome, and it was the hardest thing for the first few weeks, and then it was the easiest thing.

After that first month in Sydney, I went home for two weeks. I didn't want to ever go back because it was so hard.

Small miseries, like small debts, hit us in so many places, and meet us at so many turns and corners, that what they want in weight, they make up in number, and render it less hazardous to stand the fire of one cannon ball, than a volley composed of such a shower of bullets.

I've got the weight of a rather tempestuous life to carry.

When I started working out, it wasn't about weight loss; I was going through a really hard time and needed an emotional release. Once you start getting in the tabloids claiming you have fake body parts, then it's like, 'Okay, I made it. Now I'm really working out.'

I think we live in a culture that relentlessly pursues comfort. Ease is related to disease. We shouldn't always be fleeing hardship. Hardship also brings people together. We should welcome it.

I grew up on Section 8 housing, food stamps, welfare, and dealing with social services. I never had a Christmas. I never had a birthday.

My mom was on welfare and the occasional food stamp, but I have never participated in any of those governmental programs, even the ones that kind of work like education, scholarships and whatever, and I managed to do just fine.

I'd go to, like, six different schools in one year. We were on welfare, and my mom never ever worked.

When my father died, the money he left us would have dried up within a year were it not for my mother... We might very well have ended up on welfare.

I got songs about being broke, being on welfare, being poor, Section 8.

Ma was legally blind due to a degenerative eye disease she'd had since birth. This meant she was entitled to welfare, and our lives revolved around the first day of every month when her payment was due.

My parents were reasonably affluent in Kabul. In the States, we were on welfare. My mom became a waitress, and my dad became a driving instructor. That part of the American immigrant experience applies to people of any nationality.

We were below welfare. We begged from people on welfare. My father tried to repair our shoes with pieces of bicycle tires.

Having grown up a trailer park kid on welfare and food stamps, becoming jaded is impossible, although now I make a good living, which I'm not ashamed of; when you've been poor, it never leaves you.

Until I was two, my mother supplemented her welfare payments by cleaning houses and waitressing. My father didn't help.

My mother was born into a solidly middle-class family, but, as all too many Americans understand, everything doesn't always go as planned - no matter how hard you work. She died on welfare. Without the support of the state, I shudder to think of where we would have ended up.

The journey has definitely not been easy, but all the sacrifice has paid off very well in terms of my performance on-court.

Too many people feel stuck in the middle - not wealthy by any measure, but doing just well enough that the social safety net isn't there for them. They feel left behind by a system that isn't listening to them and an economy that isn't rewarding them for their hard work.

I read 'On The Road' in college. I was 18 or 19, and I had a particular quarter where I was taking biology, calculus, and physics. Those were my three classes. It wasn't a well-rounded schedule at all. It was hard, hard work, all the time - hours and hours and hours of homework.

I am the granddaughter of a Welsh coal miner who was determined that his kids get out of the mines. My dad got his first job when he was six years old, in a little village in Wales called Nantyffyllon, cleaning bottles at the Colliers Arms.

Even though my father was a producer, I had to struggle a lot in the industry. There are many days when I wept.