There are things which cannot be taught in ten easy lessons, nor popularized for the masses; they take years of skull sweat.
I think perhaps education doesn’t do us much good unless it is mixed with sweat.
Getting to places like Bangkok or Singapore was a hell of a sweat. But when you got there it was the back of beyond. It was just a series of small tin sheds.
Sweat has the power to end a pity party in such a way that even the hostess is happy.
Music has to breathe and sweat. You have to play it live.
Pleasures bring effeminacy, and effeminacy foreruns ruin; such conquests, without blood or sweat, sufficiently do revenge themselves upon their intemperate conquerors.
A man. . . needs to get out in the open air and sweat and blow off the stink.
In the cocoon, there is no idea of light at all, until we experience some longing for openness, some longing for something other than the smell of our own sweat. When we examine that comfortable darkness - look at it, smell it, feel it - we find it is claustrophobic.
I do my best to look at the bigger picture and not sweat the small stuff. I make it a point to have alone time. I value that some of life’s best moments happen over a meal with your family or a glass of wine with your friends. And when life seems like a lot to bear, I dance around like a kid until I laugh.
The sea is the sweat of the earth.
I don't play to sweat, I play to win.
as I write, Johnny Rotten's first moments in "Anarchy in the U. K. "-a rolling earthquake of a laugh, a buried shout, then hoary words somehow stripped of all claptrap and set down in the city streets-I AM AN ANTICHRIST-Remain as powerful as anything I know. Listening to the record today-listening to the way Johnny Rotten tears at his lines, and then hurls the pieces at the world; recalling the all-consuming smile he produced as he sang-my back stiffens; I pull away even as my scalp begins to sweat.
A soldier plods and groans, sweats and toils, he growls and curses, and at the end he dies.
Thinkin' of a master plan Cause ain't nothin' but sweat inside my hand.
Steve Jackson is a born storyteller. He makes you sweat. . . and turn the page.
While marriage is many things, it is anything but sentimental. Marriage is glorious but hard. It's a burning joy and strength, and yet it is also blood, sweat, and tears; humbling defeats and exhausting victories.
The work of a master reeks not of the sweat of the brow - suggests no effort - and is finished from its beginning.
Chess computers do not sweat during time pressure and commit costly blunders. Furthermore, the strength of these programs (over and above their faultless recall processes) lies in their capacity to make relatively superficial tactical decisions with incredible speed. Positional values, long-range strategy, aesthetic judgment, and political astuteness remain staples of human performance, man vs. machine results in the foreseeable future to the contrary not withstanding.
Every stone here sweats with suffering, I know that. I have never looked at them without a feeling of anguish. But deep in my heart I know that the most wretched among you have seen a divine face emerge from their darkness. That is the face you are asked to see.
I never sweat, which you might notice in pictures.