Quotes About Effort

What man actually needs is not a tensionless state but rather the striving and struggling for some goal worthy of him. What he needs is not the discharge of tension at any cost, but the call of a potential meaning waiting to be fulfilled by him.

There are no weeds, and no worthless men. There are only bad farmers.

The greatest products of architecture are less the works of individuals than of society; rather the offspring of a nation's effort, than the inspired flash of a man of genius...

He had slipped, climbed, rolled, searched, walked, persevered, that is all. Such is the secret of all triumphs.

Though we chisel away as best we can at the mysterious block from which our life is made, the black vein of destiny continually reappears.

We chip away as best we can at the mysterious block of marble our lives are made of- in vain; the black vein of destiny always reappears.

With a tiny bit of effort, the nettle would be useful; if you neglect it, it becomes a pest. So then we kill it. How many men are like nettles... My friends, there is no such thing as a weed and no such thing as a bad man. There are only bad cultivators.

Running beer gathers no foam.

In vain we chisel, as best we can, the mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny reappears continuously.

Misery, we repeat, had been good for him. Poverty in youth, when it succeeds, has this magnificent property about it, that it turns the whole will towards effort, and the whole soul towards aspiration.

A vida é uma invenção medonha não sei de quem. Uma coisa que não dura nada e não vale nada; a gente se mata para viver.

Nada mais via que uma imensa dificuldade de ser.

Work is the law; whoever spurns it as tiresome will have it as punishment

He had painted it himself, for he knew how to do a little of everything—badly.

Unless he reached out now, in the days that mattered, he would learn that some roads could not be refound and that true love took time and effort Ã¢â'¬Â¦ that a life lived in the glare of summer sunlight never produced a rainbow.

There is only the fight to recover what has been lost And found and lost again and again: and now under conditions That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss. For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business." —T. S. Eliot, from "East Coker

That's one of my major themes in Firefly Lane—that we need to accept that we are good enough, that all we can do is our best.

She'd heard it from him all her life; just once she wanted to hear him say that Mom should try harder. "I will," she said, completing their little fairy tale as she always did. And she would try. She always did, but she and her mother would never be close. There was just too much water under that bridge.

he would learn that some roads could not be refound and that true love took time and effort Ã¢â'¬Â¦ that a life lived in the glare of summer sunlight never produced a rainbow.

Survival took grit and courage and effort. It was too easy to give in. No matter how afraid she was, she had to teach her children every day how to survive.

She knew how dangerous escape could be. Survival took grit and courage and effort. It was too easy to give in.

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But she knew how dangerous escape could be. Survival took grit and courage and effort. It was too easy to give in.

Survival took grit and courage and effort.