Quotes About Sweat

Successful companies are built by investing lare amount of money and hundreds of litres of sweat.

Both tears and sweat are salty, but they render a different result. Tears will get you sympathy; sweat will get you change.

have cost precious time. He'd kept moving. It was insufferably hot and sultry. Sweat had

It took a lot of work to be perfect. If you didn't want to break a sweat, there was no point in even bothering.

A thump thump thump noise that was so unfamiliar, and yet I couldn't quite place it. But I knew it. It was---Mmm-hmmm, Monica murmured, just as Wes came view into the path. He was running, his pace quick and steady. He was in shorts, his shirt off, staring ahead as he passed. His back was tan and gleaming with sweat. God god! she said finally, fanning her face with her hand, I've seen it a million times but it just never gets old. Never.

It was part of Adam's punishment, In the sweat of thy brows thou shalt eat thy bread: it is multiplied to me, I have earned bread in the sweat of my brows, in the labour of my calling, and I have it; and I sweat again and again, from the brow to the sole of the foot, but I eat no bread, I taste no sustenance: miserable distribution of mankind, where one half lacks meat, and the other stomach!

He breathed, with his assistant, the dust of the much-handled merchandise, the imaginable odors of sweat and pride and weeping; and it was an indefinable yet powerful atmosphere, which gave them an intimacy neither desired.

And so, in spite of his virtues, he was a frivolous, superficial man, an animal organism who dripped sweat and fluids and left behind, like the residue of a careless pleasure, living material conceived, nourished, shaped within female bellies.

Era dunque, malgrado le sue qualità, un uomo frivolo, superficiale, un organismo animale che grondava sudori e fluidi e si lasciava alle spalle, come il residuo di un piacere distratto, materia viva concepita, nutrita, formata dentro ventri femminili.

Not every legend is a myth, some are flesh and blood. Some legends walk among us, but they aren't born, they're built. Legends are made from iron & sweat, mind and muscle, blood and vision and victory. Legends are champions, they grow, they win, they conquer.

Where's Nadine?" "She went out for a walk the other day and didn't come back." "Really." I tried to sound surprised. "No sweat," he said. "Pussy may well be the only true renewable resource, Leo. I've got another one lined up for when I get back." I had to admire a man with that kind of insight and planning.

Exercise is labor without weariness.

They say Chicago is for haters. No one will just sweat each other and say, 'Oh, you're so good,' if you're not. Which is another reason I'm inspired to stay.

It was six hours to Hosannah Beach and he didn't glance at the silver coin that Dad had given him, not even once. All the way he clutched it tight in the palm of his hand and fel the bevelled edge bite into his skin. [...] Waiting in the car while Yvonne unlocked the house, he brought his hand up to his face and opened it. His sweat had the bitter smell of hot metal, hot and bitter, this was what leaving home would always smell like.

Whatever luck I had, I made. I was never a natural athlete, but I paid my dues in sweat and concentration and took the time necessary to learn karate and become world champion.

My nostrils flared at the sharp tang of adrenaline-charged sweat, my own breathing deepened, and they were like a vast horse I rode bareback, skin to skin, gripping that muscle and bone between my thighs, moving with its rhythm, urging it on-more, faster, harder-as it stretched out and its hooves cut into the turf and it thundered over the plain, running without effort, without fatigue, without end.

The cat made a comma of sweat across his bare thighs.

I've never seen a more expressive woman. Or maybe I'm just reading her better because I'm so in tune with her. I can't say, and I can't spare the energy to figure it out now. Whatever it is about her, about us together, it makes me ache and sweat.

One should play and sweat. Life shouldn't be bogged down by books.

in the sweltering attic, and

Will thought of Hell, and a quiet garden, and tried not to let the troll see the cold sweat that dewed his forehead.

You got the list?" Lewis asked. "What the hell is the deal with the temperature?" "Razel is not allowed to sweat," Maximo answered. "If she does, fanatics will appear from nowhere like mischievous sprites and bottle each drop and then sell it on eBay for millions.

Howard Coffin, president of the Society of Automotive Engineers, declared, "Twentieth-century war demands that the blood of the soldier must be mingled with three to five parts of the sweat of the men in the factories, mills, mines, and fields of the nation in arms"—

But a yogi never forgets that health must begin with the body. Your body is the child of the soul. You must nourish and train your child. Physical health is not a commodity to be bargained for. Nor can it be swallowed in the form of drugs and pills. It has to be earned through sweat.