Shoshana Zuboff Quotes

Labour is the purgatory of the erring.

I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.

I think viewers quite like it when I'm suffering or eating or drinking something horrible or really up against it in some quicksand or whatever.

Who will not suffer labor in this world, let him not be born.

Before the reward there must be labor. You plant before you harvest. You sow in tears before you reap joy.

Work is not the curse, but drudgery is.

The Lord only knows how many times I let my children go hungry rather than take secretly the bread I liked not to ask for.

I have lived poverty. I didn't choose it. No one would choose humiliation, pain, and rage.

To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.

The world has no room for cowards. We must all be ready somehow to toil, to suffer, to die.

Neither great nor good things were ever attained without loss and hardships. Those that would reap and not labour, must faint with the wind, and perish in disappointments; but an hair of my head shall not fall, without the providence of my Father that is over all.

My philosophy is: if you don't bear a cross, you can't wear a crown so you gotta go through some form of humiliation to reach tribulation.

You would not easily guess All the modes of distress Which torture the tenants of earth; And the various evils, Which like so many devils, Attend the poor souls from their birth.

It is the lot of man to suffer.

'Yea and I beheld Sisyphus in strong torment, grasping a monstrous stone with both his hands. He was pressing thereat with hands and feet, and trying to roll the stone upward toward the brow of the hill. But oft as he was about to hurl it over the top, the weight would drive him back, so once again to the plain rolled the stone, the shameless thing. And he once more kept heaving and straining, and the sweat the while was pouring down his limbs, and the dust rose upwards from his head.

We worked all the time, just worked and then we would be hungry and my mother was clearing up a new ground trying to help feed us for $1.25 a day. She was using an axe, just like a man, and something flew up and hit her in her eye. It eventually caused her to lose both of her eyes and I began to get sicker and sicker of the system there. I used to see my mother wear clothes that would have so many patches on them, they had been done over and over and over again. She would do that but she would try to keep us decent.

I have learned there is no joy without hardship. There is no pleasure without pain. Would we know the comfort of peace without the distress of war?

It's certain there is no fine thing Since Adam's fall but needs much laboring.

I have travelled a good deal in Concord; and everywhere, in shops, and offices, and fields, the inhabitants have appeared to me tobe doing penance in a thousand remarkable ways.... The twelve labors of Hercules were trifling in comparison with those which my neighbors have undertaken; for they were only twelve, and had an end; but I could never see that these men slew or captured any monster or finished any labor.

There is no man in this world without some manner of tribulation or anguish, though he be king or pope.

Here below is not the land of happiness: I know it now; it is only the land of toil, and every joy which comes to us is only to strengthen us for some greater labor that is to succeed.

We have to go along a road covered with blood. We have no other alternative. For us it is a matter of life or death, a matter of living or existing. We have to be ready to face the challenges that await us.

Dear Lord,” she said in a strangled whisper. “I can bear it for a while...but please don't let it hurt forever.

For now indeed is the race of iron; and men never cease from labour and sorrow by day and from perishing by night.

Of all the hardships a person had to face, none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.