Both tears and sweat are salty, but they render a different result. Tears will get you sympathy; sweat will get you change.
The way I see it, my blood, sweat, and tears are not just for me; it’s for Fifth Harmony as well. We have been blessed. Most groups have lead singers, but we don’t.
Since this our first show, I think they’ll see us sweat a lot.
More attention and thought goes into naming a character in ‘Call Of Duty’ than all the work that can go into certain movies. Blood and sweat and tears go into figuring out the names because they are so important. The call signs say a lot about you. The brotherhood that’s evoked by the name is quite profound.
I think it’s incredible what I’ve done. A lot of sweat. But as an innovator, I look back and can’t help but go, ‘Damn, there’s things I could’ve done better, you know?’
Enjoy your sweat because hard work doesn’t guarantee success, but without it you don’t have a chance.
Making art, good art, is always a struggle. It can make you happy when you pull it off. There’s no better feeling. It’s beauteous. But it’s always about hard work and inspiration and sweat and good ideas.
Stop bragging about your lack of sweat and effort in achieving your goals. Start bragging about how hard you work, how patient you’ve become.
Nothing of any importance can be taught. It can only be learned, and with blood and sweat.
I feel like a foster kid that’s been in the system for a long time, and then at 16, somebody adopted them and said, ‘You can go to college, and you ain’t got to pay no student loans.’ I feel happy. I feel accepted after all these years of blood, sweat, and tears.
I feel empathy wherever and whenever someone feels cornered in life. Whenever someone puts in sweat and blood and does not get the acceptance and appreciation one deserves, I resonate with it.
Our girls have learned that sweat is sexy, brawn is beautiful and a little dirt never hurt anyone.
Every wish, every dream, every idea comes to existence only through blood, sweat and sacrifice.
It’s like going to the gym everyday. It really is. I work hard on my craft, I sweat a little bit, I run a little bit, I might sprain an ankle every now and them, but it’s all good and the more you do it, the more in shape you are and it’s like a machine.
The vision of a champion is bent over, drenched in sweat, at the point of exhaustion, when nobody else is looking.
I cannot sweat because there is no hair and no pores on the skin grafts. And, can you imagine, there is no blood at all in my scars?
It is the superfluous things for which men sweat, – superfluous things that wear our togas theadbare, that force us to grow old in camp, that dash us upon foreign shores.
Cricket has given me everything. If I’m anything today, it is because of the game… where I have given blood, sweat, and tears.
I don’t want to participate in traditional Indian religious ceremonies – dance in a sun dance or pray in a sweat lodge or go on a vision quest with the help of a medicine man. The power of these ceremonies has an appeal, but I’m content with what little religion I already have.
I sweat on stage a lot.
I don’t want anyone to get seriously hurt. But I do watch awards shows to critique the clothes while I sit around eating chips in my sweat pants and in hopes of seeing some hilarious accidental nudity.
I feel like I’m playing more of a role walking down the red carpet than when I’m playing an ordinary woman covered in sweat.
I don’t care about image and all that nonsense. I’m in sweat pants every day. I don’t play the game at all.
I hate formal stuff. I love looking like a doll and all that stuff and playing dress up, but when I’m home, sweat pants, t-shirt. When I’m in the studio, sweat pants, t-shirt.
I sweat a lot.
You’re here to sweat. This program is live. There’s about one thousand million people watching you. So, you remember – one wrong word, one foolish gesture and your whole career could go down in flames. Hold that thought and have a nice night.
People read inevitability as entitlement, and the American people want their candidates to sweat for the job. They want them to actually make a case for the job.
To fulfill a dream, to be allowed to sweat over lonely labor, to be given a chance to create, is the meat and potatoes of life. The money is the gravy.
I love to sweat, so I’ll do any workout class.
The writer has two kinds of faith: actual writing and sitting openly. Have faith in your personal effort or sweat. And faith in God, or whatever you want to call it. Then the voices will come. Faith is the big deal.
My stepfather had a connection with The Second City and told me I should go there. I woke up in a cold sweat one night and said, ‘I’m moving to Chicago.’ That’s how I went to Second City.
I’m not going to party. I’m going to go do something that will make me break a sweat.
I go into the gym and do 75 pullups, 75 dips, 150 squats, 150 pushups, and then 20 minutes of ab work. Done. It takes an hour; I’m in and out. I sweat the whole time.
I played golf in Dubai with my cousin and brother, but I wouldn’t do it again because I was dripping with sweat in the heat and wasn’t able to last the whole round.
The first words Rebecca Lobo ever spoke to me when we met in a Manhattan bar in 2001 were, ‘Aren’t you the guy who just mocked women’s basketball in ‘Sports Illustrated’?’ I blushed, broke out in a flop sweat and said, ‘Yes.’
Throwing on a hoodie and headphones and getting lost in a long run is pure freedom for me. I embrace the trance, the intense sweat and, of course, the endorphin release.
It’s a weird one: nobody notices when a brilliant comedian is fat or has sweat marks under their arms. Peter Kay isn’t in the best shape and neither is Ricky Gervais, and it doesn’t matter. Still, I like to feel like I’m transforming into something quite cool when I go on stage.
I never tried to use anything besides my own sweat and blood and talent to get somewhere.
I love to do cardio. I like to run and sweat a lot, and I think that’s quite helpful.
Rumors of sneezing, kissing, tears, sweat, and saliva spreading AIDS caused people to panic.
I would just sweat so much. I’d be dry when I run on the stage. By the time I got in front of the microphone, it just, just like a river pouring out. I don’t know what made that happen. It took five years for that to stop happening to me.
I feel like I’m playing more of a role walking down the red carpet than when I’m playing an ordinary woman covered in sweat.
All good poetry is forged slowly and patiently, link by link, with sweat and blood and tears.
What I’ve seen and learnt from life is that when you give it your best, when you’re in it at 100 percent, and you give it your blood, sweat and tears, something beautiful will come out of it.
Gold medals are made out of your sweat, blood and tears, and effort in the gym every day, and sacrificing a lot.
The guys I date always want to test my strength and wrestle around. By the end, they’re drenched in sweat.
I don’t lack confidence. I don’t sweat. I don’t want to get too Zen on you, but I have to run my own race.
I give blood, sweat and tears inside the ring and I’m never going to stop working.
I do get approached occasionally, but not a ton. I’m unrecognizable because I’m coated in cat hair and sweat. And there’s a sort of yeti quality to my presence… so I don’t think that people can see the face.
Parenthood is a psychic sweat lodge: enter into it only if you are ready to have your own secreted toxins running into your eyes. Few people are prepared for its power – women or men.
Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me.
I work out because that’s my job, but what I enjoy about it, beyond the vanity, is the Zen of it. I like getting out of my head, and one great way to do that is to sweat your face off. And to know that, if you’re thinking of anything else, you’re not working intensely enough.
I try to break a sweat every day doing something. Try to do hot pilates once a week. I’m not kidding. I actually hurt myself doing hot pilates, so I got that going for me.
I love to sweat.
I loveeeeee a man in a nice pair of sweatpants or even a matching sweat outfit.
Fashion is nice, but it’s for the fans. If it were up to me, I’d be in a sweat suit!
The hardest thing about being a full time chef is leaving my work behind when I go home at night. I’ll toss and turn about a menu item or forget to order produce and wake up at 4 A.M. in a cold sweat over some artichokes.
I think it’s fun to get in a room and sweat with people. I’m happy to share my workouts with everyone.
I don’t really sweat the petty things.
Don’t sweat the petty things and don’t pet the sweaty things.
My rule is to break one sweat a day.
It’s when we start working together that the real healing takes place… it’s when we start spilling our sweat, and not our blood.
I don’t like the cold. But as along as you warm up properly and you build up a nice sweat and keep your body warm, your arm warm and loose, you should be fine.
I wash my hair maybe once every four or five months. But whenever I touch my hair, I wash my hands. I think since I wash my hands a lot and then touch my hair, maybe I’m washing my hair each time. But also, I sweat a lot, and sweat is like a natural shower built into your body.
