If you're not a smart worker, it's about how hard you work double the amount from the heart; if you're not a hard worker, it's about how smart you work but times two from the brain.
There are no secrets to success: don’t waste time looking for them. Success is the result of perfection, hard work, learning from failure, loyalty to those for whom you work, and persistence.
Do not let your good ideas to spend your brain energy, do it with all the effort because the shadow of the success can become a reality only with hard work.
Divorce is hard. I was about 29 when my husband and I split up. I think we probably fared better than most, because we were young and didn't have kids - but divorce is hard.
The most frequent complaint is that it's hard. True. it's a hard game to win Also, many people ask me how to use the secret debugging commands, apparently under the impression that I'll tell them.
I wish I could write more make-believe. It's a lot easier to write about hard times and when things are going wrong. But I've never been a private person.
I'm trying to avoid having regrets about missing opportunities. That would be the worst thing. Like having an audience waiting, and not working hard enough, and coming out with a record that disappointed them.
It’s only when we understand that who we become during, and after hard times is more important than the challenges, that we embrace messes are channels of important messages meant to upgrade our lives.
No object, no event, no outcome or life circumstance can deliver real happiness to us. We have to make our own happiness—by working hard at activities that provide their own reward.15
Being thrown into the fire and getting the thing turned around in a hurry made it more difficult. Things have been done the hard way. I think you learn better when things are done the hard way.
Jame "Buffalo Bill" Gumb: [to a mirror] Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard. I'd fuck me so hard.
My girlfriend is much better than I am at working hard then resting, and she demands that from me, too. She insists on having time when we don't do anything. We leave the housework and watch a movie.
I stayed away from mathematics not so much because I knew it would be hard work as because of the amount of time I knew it would take, hours spent in a field where I was not a natural.
I'd had episodes before, but I swept them under the carpet. This time, I couldn't do that because everyone knew. I got on with the hard work of getting better and haven't had a blip in almost 10 years.
I have talked to Debbie Hammond quite a bit, Jim Hammond's wife, his widow. I've seen their kids. And last time we played Dallas, a lot of them came over. It's hard for them to come see the show. It's still hard.
[Zeus and McClane have just stolen a man's car on the highway] Zeus: [to man] Hey! Who was the 21st President? Man: Go fuck yourself!
John McClane: You know how to pick this lock? Zeus: Is this some black-shit again? John McClane: Hey will you stop that racial shit? Are you a fuckin' locksmith or not?
John McClane: [opens door of dump truck] You're a truck driver? Jerry Parks: No I'm a beautician. Of course I'm a truck driver!
Zeus: That guy was pissed. John McClane: He'll feel better when he looks in the back seat. Zeus: Shit! That was *my* gold bar!
FBI Agent: The name Gruber mean anything to you, lieutenant? [flashback to Hans Gruber falling from Nakatomi Towers] John McClane: It rings a bell, yeah.
Simon: [addressing his troops] And remember, this is all due to the g-g-g-g-g-g-gullibility of the New York Police Department!
