Quotes About Dedication

My mom and dad worked very hard to give me the best chance in - not just in golf but in life. You know, I was an only child, you know, my dad worked three jobs at one stage. My mom worked night shifts in a factory.

I hope to die at my post: in the streets or in prison.

I know thy works, that thou are neither cold nor hot; I would that thou wert cold or hot. So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spew thee out of my mouth.

We had a saying that we worked "from can to can't," which means working from when you can see (sunup) to when you can't (sundown).

The lesson I learned is that the player who looks least engaged may be the most committed member of the group. A cynic, after all, is a passionate person who does not want to be disappointed again.

So I was, like most artists, deformed by my art.

Fidelis was not a religious man, except when it came to his knives.

They'd put their flesh and spirit into that house of theirs, like a snail. But the snail doesn't know what he's doing. The

It is the only point of getting up every morning: to paint, to make something good, to make something even better than before, not to give up, to compete, to be ambitious.

If you want something done, ask a busy person to do it. The more things you do, the more you can do. Lucille Ball (Source: brainyquote dot com) .

We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.

Tell me this--if you knew you would be poor as a church mouse all your life--if you knew you'd never have a line published--would you still go on writing-- would you?' 'Of course I would,' said Emily disdainfully. 'Why, I have to write--I can't help it at times--I've just got to.

For we pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won.

This book may or may not succeed. I wrote it for love, not money, but very often such books are the most successful, just as everything that is born of true love has life in it, as nothing constructed for mercenary ends can ever have.

Well I have written my book. That dream from years ago in that brown school desk has come true with years of toil and struggle. But the realization makes it infinitely sweeter, almost as sweet as the dream.

That is the prize: to realize, at the end, that every minute was worth fighting for with every ounce of blood and fire.

The exhumation of your soul will be successful only if you dig one deep hole rather than a lot of shallow ones.

Whenever I renew a commitment to studying raptors or gulls or crows or the birds in my backyard, more are given, more show themselves. Our efforts are rewarded, our studies are enhanced in experience. I cannot explain this, and I am reluctant to sound to woo-woo but we can take this as confidently as if it came from the Oracle at Delphi: the more we prepare, the more we are allowed somehow to see.

Already a congressman, to a mentor I hope sometime you run across something you think I can do well 24 hours per day.

If Jessica had been pleased with his work, that was enough. He had bent to his work and poured his entire soul, black as it might have been, into fashioning something beautiful for his lady. His lady. He could no longer think of her as anything else. And that was the thought that left him standing in the lists, useless and fair blinded by the thought of his poor heart being so exposed.

You're very difficult." He only flashed her the slightest of smiles. "Likely why you wed me. It wouldn't have done for you to have found a man simply and won him without effort.

As a child, Kate hat once asked her mother how she would know she was in love. Her mother had said she would know she was in love when she would be willing to give up chocolate forever to be with that person for even an hour. Kate, a dedicated and hopeless chocoholic, had decided right then that she would never fall in love. She had been sure that no male was worth such privation.

He was a typical workaholic, driven to succeed and willing to put in the hours to do so. It didn't leave much time for a social life. (Greg)

A man needed a clear mind to fight his foe, not one distracted with thoughts of whether the fishpond might please his wife. Or who found himself mooning about how she was a hard worker, and so kind-hearted. Or thinking on how her laugh was high and full of joy and made him want to smile. Or daydreaming on how sweet her kisses were, and how good it felt to bury his cock in her warm body. Or wondering whether she might care for him as he'd come to realize he cared for her.