Sweat Quotes

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

I don't waste food, water, money, time and talent.

True leaders are ready to sweat when making rehearsal, than to cry tears when actually practicing. To save the tears, be ready to sweat!

The clock sweats out each minuteof what meat is left to us.

Early sweats make up later pleasures

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

A man should smell of sweat, not flowers.

I know the answer to improving Jess's condition doesn't lay in tears the answer is in sweat.

Some patient dogs had waited a long time for the fatest bone to come, but the impatient had gone to scavenge for the little it could see.

I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every night. I've had enough of thinking, enough of remembering.

The pain in your muscles and the sweat in your brow after doing a work the hard and honest way make you feel proud of yourself!

They will cry, he will shout but you must sweat.

When people tell me they can’t afford to join a gym, I tell them to go outside; planet Earth is a gym and we’re already members. Run, climb, sweat, and enjoy all of the natural wonder that is available to you.

Don’t expect success to fall from the sky if it didn't evaporate from the sweat of your hands.

The chains that break you, are the chains that make you. And the chains that make you, are the chains you break.

You battled monsters. You sweat and cried your way to this one prolific moment where you finally realize that those dark days and sleepless nights were pre-requisites to your becoming.

The smell of the sweat is not sweet, but the fruit of the sweat is very sweet.

And Sir, it is no little thing to make mine eyes to sweat compassion.

Most times, the leader’s ornament isn’t the smiles you see on their faces during the time of victory. It is the sweats we don’t see when they were struggling behind the scenes.

Dreams are achieved by blood, sweat, tears, and an iron-will!

Entah mengapa, mendadak dia merasa bahwa berkenalan dengan si pemilik nama itu sepertinya akan menyenangkan.

You work hard and sweat it out only when doing something for which you were not born

It's easier to bleed than sweat, Mr. Motes.

Real terror is a crippling experience. You sweat so much that your skin goes all wrinkly like when you've been in the bath all afternoon. And then the scent of your sweat changes. It smells like cat pee, no doubt from the adrenalin. However hard you wash, it won't come off. It smothers you, as your muscles become frozen with acid and your mind paralysed by despair.

Ah, ya, omong-omong, aku sangat merindukanmu. Apa kau merindukanku juga, mmm?

It is the sweat of the servants that make their squire look smart.

Take your hands off my sentences, asshole. I sweat blood for that shit.

The garden of your dreams is watered by the sweat of excellence.

Dreams are achieved by sweat, blood, tears and an iron will!

He balanced in space with the book in his sweating cold fingers.

Blood, sweat, and tea, sister! That's what it takes to achieve all great and terrible things.

Sweat seems to bleed / like pride from their bones.

The thickest sweats produce the sweetest life. A hard work surely brings unheard happiness. Dig up your gold.

My conscience is crosswired with my sweat glands, but there's a short in the system and I break out over things I didn't do, which only makes me look more suspect.

SAUL: 'We made love outdoors, my favorite place to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and dripping with sweat.

Don't wait, just sweat.

True blessing comes in the dress of sweats, never delaying to wave bye to the excuses and procrastination. True blessing lies in hard work!

If it doesn't sweat, jiggle, or pant, it's not alive.

Mumbai is the sweet, sweaty smell of hope, which is the opposite of hate; and it's the sour, stifled smell of greed, which is the opposite of love. It's the smell of Gods, demons, empires, and civilizations in resurrection and decay. Its the blue skin-smell of the sea, no matter where you are in the island city, and the blood metal smell of machines. It smells of the stir and sleep and the waste of sixty million animals, more than half of them humans and rats. It smells of heartbreak, and the struggle to live, and of the crucial failures and love that produces courage. It smells of ten thousand restaurants, five thousand temples, shrines, churches and mosques, and of hunderd bazaar devoted exclusively to perfume, spices, incense, and freshly cut flowers. That smell, above all things - is that what welcomes me and tells me that I have come home. Then there were people. Assamese, Jats, and Punjabis; people from Rajasthan, Bengal, and Tamil Nadu; from Pushkar, Cochin, and Konark; warrior caste, Brahmin, and untouchable; Hindi, Muslim, Christian, Buddhist, Jain, Parsee, Animist; fair skin and dark, green eyes and golden brown and black; every different face and form of that extravagant variety, that incoparable beauty, India.

The stuff of nightmare is their plain bread. They butter it with pain. They set their clocks by deathwatch beetles, and thrive the centuries. They were the men with the leather-ribbon whips who sweated up the Pyramids seasoning it with other people's salt and other people's cracked hearts. They coursed Europe on the White Horses of the Plague. They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale. Some must have been lazing clowns, foot props for emperors, princes, and epileptic popes. Then out on the road, Gypsies in time, their populations grew as the world grew, spread, and there was more delicious variety of pain to thrive on. The train put wheels under them and here they run down the log road out of the Gothic and baroque; look at their wagons and coaches, the carving like medieval shrines, all of it stuff once drawn by horses, mules, or, maybe, men.