Quotes About Sweat

sweat dared to appear under the arms of Gigi Boudakian where sweat should never ever be, creeping down her sides like poison ivy staining a lovely satin garden wall. We

The first thing I did was lock myself in the bathroom and unwind my binders. I was moist and sour from adrenaline and fear sweat and I felt like I would die if I didn't rinse off. There was no soap and the rusty, lukewarm water dribbled out of the showerhead like blood from the wrist of a reluctant suicide. Still, it was better than nothing.

I break into a sweat when I find a Sharpie cap, but not the pen.

We made love again. This time it was me who asked. Lying there again, on the bed, this time with heath, almost an oven heat, coming through the screen, and sweat instead of tears, I wondered how simple we really are. That we can do the same things again and again and again and find them interesting, even fascinating and seek the repetition with a hunger as avid. How fishing was like that, and painting.

It is not necessary that a man should earn his living by the sweat of his brow unless he sweats easier than I do.

My love runs deeper than the wounds I inflict upon myself, deeper than the sweat that pours from my body. My love runs deeper than the tears that roll down my face. My hate runs deeper than the wounds I inflict upon myself, deeper than the sweat that pours from my body. My hate runs deeper than the tears that roll down my face.

Always wetweating-always wetweating!

Everything was silent. Only man was awake in his misery, laboring in the sweat of his brow for the sake of this absurd existence that he passionately loves and despises in equal measure.

Jungle rain had no beginning or end; it grew like foliage from the sky, branching and arching to the earth, sometimes in solid thickets entangling the islands, and other times, in tendrils of blue mist curling out of coastal clouds. The jungle breathed an eternal green that fevered men until they dripped sweat the way rubbery jungle leaves dripped the monsoon rain.

I clung to nothing, in a way I was calm. But it was a horrible calm—because of my body; my body, I saw with its eyes, I heard with its ears, but it was no longer me; it sweated and trembled by itself and I didn't recognize it any more.

The sweat of hard work is not to be displayed. It is much more graceful to appear favored by the gods.

Work is prayer. Work is also stink. Therefore stink is prayer.

I never liked to work, I mean manual work.

Work is what horses die of

If you want to take dance to an extra level, you have to be physically fit. You also have to put the years of work in. If there's no pain, there's no gain. You've got to sweat to improve.

Work my hands in the soil, what's the pay for all the toil? Dust for blood, dust for blood, dust for blood.

Life is just a dirty four-letter word: W-O-R-K.

Most blacks will argue that they excel because of hard work, because of intellect, determination, sweat, blood, tears and risk.

the hours plink past like water from a window a/c. we sweat it out, teach ourselves to wait. silently, lazily, collapse happens.

oppressively hot in a sweltering, we're-being-boiled-alive-in-our-

The Creator does not care what happens in this world, nobody has heard from Him since he marked Cain. We are alone. Orphaned children, cursed, to struggle by the sweat of our brow to survive !!

What if virtue, work, all our striving and sweat was simply not enough to make the animal man a happy creature?

I had my papers in for detective before I left. I've got my forensics certifications. I notice stuff. I sweat the details. And this is my town," she added. "I know everybody here. And I mean everybody, because there aren't that many of us.

The place smelled of sweat and burned coffee and the passage of time, which held its own moldy stink.