Quotes About Sweat

Sorrow, even when tempered by sweat and toil into a whisper weight of gold, is still sorrow. Worthless to us both in the end, Má.

I thought, breaking into a sweat, I'd better call Saul. I owe Kate an apology... Damn damn damn.

We get wet from the rain and sweat from the sun.

Fuck!" Sweat rolled down his spine as he covered the remaining distance at extreme speed. She wasn't allowed to die, he thought, his rage dark red flame. Not until he'd flushed this vicious hunger for her from his system.

The orderly is nearing the end of his rounds. I can hear his footsteps echoing in the hall and his ragged breathing. He's a big man. I can smell his sweat. He's checking on the inmate next door. It'll be my turn next. He always saves me for last. I guess it's because he's scared of me. I don't blame him. I'm scared of me, too.

Well, he perked right up and said, Five hundred dollars? Mrs. Elliot, I believe we can be of service to you after all. "I doubt it, I told him. I made this money with the sweat of my brow and the labor of my hands and I've got the rawhide to prove it. I don't inted to leave it with any man that thinks money is confusing.

But the horror... The horror was for love. The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all.

Truth smells like Chinese food and sweat.

They would write songs of what followed: the horses dancing; the spears flickering like swords, faster than the eye could see; Llanza's perfect seat; Peretur's grace, lithe as a cat; the sweat running down their mounts' flanks. The crack of Llanza's spear as it split.

The came of the instinctive heaven Is attained through experience and sweat.

Their eyelashes were moist, and small drops of sweat beaded their upper lips. I regarded their slumber, almost innocent in its foolish thoughtlessness and its oblivion of all danger and the outside world. Is this what human beings call happiness?

Certains joggers setaient le savon, d'autres la sueur. Les uns dévisageaient les femmes, les autres les ignoraient. C'était un ballet d'habitués qui tournaient, transpiraient, souffraient et tournaient encore. Elle aimait faire partie de ce monde de derviches tourneurs. Sa tête se vidait peu à peu, elle se sentait flotter. Les problèmes se détachaient tels des morceaux de peau morte.

bathed in sweat and trembling with agitation, no, not with agitation, but with fear, for he finally admitted it to himself: it was naked fear that had seized him, and in admitting it he grew calmer and his thoughts clearer

Unlike flowers, the animals he tried to macerate would not yield up their scent without complaints or with a mute sigh — they fought desperately against death…and in their fear of death created large quantities of sweat whose acidity ruined the warm oil… The objects would have to be quieted down, and so suddenly that they would have no time to become afraid or to resist. He would have to kill them.

Were archaeologists really such a sex-starved lot as all that? Did pigs really sweat?

By the sweat of your brow you will eat your bread, until you return to the ground—because out of it were you taken. For dust you are, and to dust you shall return.”

And in His anguish, He prayed more earnestly, and His sweat became like drops of blood falling to the ground.