Quotes About Toiling

**(C)(P) BOOK- IN THE PASSAGE OF TIME-LOSING YOUR LOVED ONES-TEACHES ME THIS TRUTH:- WITH MUCH WISDOM COMES SORROW. SORROW MAKES ONE ASK-WHAT ARE WE TOILING FOR? WHY WORRY? I KNOW THAT I MAY SAVE OTHERS, BUT MYSELF I CANNOT SAVE. JAH IS MY ROCK!

Prayer is life passionately wanting, wishing, desiring God's triumph. Prayer is life striving, toiling everywhere and everywhen for that ultimate victory.

After all, if Queen Esther prayed, when she was going to speak in the king's presence for the temporal salvation of her people, that God might put suitable words into her mouth, how much more should you pray to receive such a favor, when you are toiling in word and teaching for the people's eternal salvation?

But the long pomp, the midnight masquerade, With all the freaks of wanton wealth array'd— In these, ere triflers half their wish obtain, The toiling pleasure sickens into pain; And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.

My imagination would never have served me as it has, but for the habit of commonplace, humble, patient, daily, toiling, drudging attention

Soon there was a horizon, ironed flat as if by the load of the sky, and a sailboat toiling across it.

From Eden's bowers the full-fed rivers flow, To guide the outcasts to the land of woe: Our Earth one little toiling streamlet yields. To guide the wanderers to the happy fields.

One can see the professionals and intellectuals talking to their rural brethren with an amused and condescending smile. They forget that but for the toiling rural masses, all their professional training and erudition would collapse like a castle of cards.

I honestly feel like I've been mostly toiling in obscurity until a little bit after 'Day Of the Dog' came out.

The slaves toiling in the temple of this god began to feel rebellion at his harsh tasks.

Don't tell me you've been harboring secret fantasies about the farm laborers.' 'Of course not,' she said, 'although...' There was no way he was going to let those words trail off into oblivion. 'Although?' he prompted. She looked a bit sheepish. 'Well, they do look terribly...*elemental*...out there in the sun, toiling away.' He smiled. Slowly, like a man about to feast upon his dream come true.

Absentee landlords never prosper. I am not absent. But I am not exactly toiling with the troops side by side, every minute of every day.

The growth of New England was a result of the aggregate efforts of a busy multitude, each in his narrow circle toiling for himself, to gather competence or wealth. The expansion of New France was the achievement of a gigantic ambition striving to grasp a continent. It was a vain attempt.

the dogma of hard work—which is deeply embedded in contemporary notions of what it means to be American—is what keeps us toiling and keeps us happy to be exploited in this way.

For a little reward men make a long journey; for eternal life many will scarce lift a foot once from the ground. Mean reward is sought after; for a single piece of money sometimes there is shameful striving; for a thing which is vain and for a trifling promise, men shrink not from toiling day and night.

For my heart was softened by my return, and such a change had come to pass, that I felt like on who was toiling home barefoot from distant travel, and whose wanderings had lasted many years.

wonder at the short-sightedness of men who seek enjoyment and happiness here on earth: toiling, suffering, struggling, and harming one another, to obtain that impossible, visionary, sinful happiness.

We had rarely seen our fathers in work boots before, toiling in the earth and wielding brand-new root clippers. They struggled with the fence, bent over like Marines hoisting the flag on Iwo Jima. It was the greatest show of common effort we could remember in our neighborhood, all those lawyers, doctors, and mortgage bankers locked arm in arm in the trench, with our mothers bringing out orange Kool-Aid, and for a moment our century was noble again.

She had grown now not to blame any man, honest miner or bloody bandit. She blamed only gold. She doubted its value. She could not see it a blessing. She absolutely knew its driving power to change the souls of men. Could she ever forget that vast ant-hill of toiling diggers and washers, blind and deaf and dumb to all save gold?

Unleavened Bread... the emblem of the Israelites' suffering in Egypt and the symbol of the haste—that is, the joyous eagerness—which marked their departure. When we eat the Unleavened Bread on the Festival we, in a sense, eat the bread of sorrow with our toiling, suffering ancestors, and for the moment share the sorrow itself.