Quotes About Effort

deserves your best every day of your life.

The idea that any art is achieved 'intuitively' is a dehumanization of the brains, effort, and the traditions of the artist, and a classification of said artist as subhuman. It is those supposed incapable of intelligence, training, or connection with a tradition who are described as working by instinct or intuition.

MIENTRAS MENOS FALLEMOS MAS GANAREMOS; MIENTRAS MAS NOS PREPAREMOS MAS AVANZAREMOS" Joaquín Rodrigues

You know it's never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It's always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride.

You know it's never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It's always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride.

That's all any of us can do. Try. sometimes I think it's not the winning or the losing, or even the right and wrong of things, it's the trying that makes us keep on living and hoping.

It's like going into the ring against Ali when all I've done to train is eat doughnuts and binge-watch Rocky.

Well. What can we do, except try to do better?

All you can do is take each day as it comes. Try and do the best you can with what you're given. You won't always do the right thing, but you can try. And you can try to do the right thing next time. That, and stay alive.

Life is a series of things we would rather not do.

Straining and straining, getting nowhere, but unable to stop pushing in case the rock should fall and crush him. Meanwhile, arrogant bastards who were in just the same danger lazed on the slopes beside him saying, 'Well, it's not my rock.

One step at a time,' he muttered to himself as he clambered up the slope. That was the only way to look at it. If you clenched your teeth hard enough, and took enough strides, you could get anywhere. One painful, weary, freezing, guilty step at a time.

Let us not fail, my ladies. Let us do more, always do more than we think we're capable of. As we embark on this journey, ask yourself now and every day—every bad day, every good day—if you have done your best." She paused; then, as she slowly swept her gaze around our little assembled entourage again, she said, "Ask yourself even now—especially now—as in the words of the poet Edgar Guest, 'Have you earned your tomorrow?

Opportunities are usually disguised as hard work, so most people don't recognize them.

Don't give up. Keep going. there is always a chance that you stumble onto something terrific. I have never heard of anyone stumbling over anything while he was sitting down

Nobody ever drowned in his own sweat.

Did is a word of achievement, Won't is a word of retreat, Might is a word of bereavement, Can't is a word of defeat, Ought is a word of duty, Try is a word each hour, Will is a word of beauty, Can is a word of power.

the "imperial dispositions of disregard": that which makes it possible—sometimes effortlessly and sometimes with strenuous if unremarked labor—to look away.

All motivators are valid if they produce good work, son. And frustration can be a powerful motivator.

He says, "A family that big must have been a lot of work." "It was. You're a man, so you'll never know work that hard. It's reserved solely for the women.

You have to earn sleep,

William worked on his passing too, so he could feed the ball to the best players in the park. He wanted to keep his place on the court, and he knew that if he made the other boys better, he had value.

It required a strong effort to abstract her thoughts from other interests sufficiently to attend to this, but she was rewarded for her exertions by again experiencing, that employment is the surest antidote to sorrow.

And, if the weak hand, that has recorded this tale, has, by its scenes, beguiled the mourner of one hour of sorrow, or, by its moral, taught him to sustain it—the effort, however humble, has not been vain, nor is the writer unrewarded.