Robertson Davies Quotes

There was a time when I had nothing. I lost everything.

I used to listen to 'Ready to Die' around the time I dropped out of college. I was scrambling for work and money.

I came from abject poverty. There was nowhere to go but up.

I came from poverty and was part of those circumstances.

Being out of work for 13 to 15 years is no walk in the park.

I had some years of definite frustration. Auditioning and not working as much as I would have liked to, or working and being paid a pittance, and sort of scrounging by in New York and sleeping on a chair that folded out into a bed.

There is no greater evil for men than the constraint of fortune.

Poverty makes you wise but it's a curse.

I wasn't born with a golden spoon in my mouth. It was a really tough life.

My entire childhood was steeped in poverty. For me, poverty, in a way, was the first inspiration of my life, a commitment to do something for the poor.

I was 22 when my mother died; my baby sister was 12. We had nothing. We had each other, but we had nothing.

I didn't have life that good coming up. I wasn't born with a lot of money. We weren't dirt poor, but we weren't rich. All I knew was struggle.

My family were really poor.

I kept auditioning, with no savings and no money, credit card debt gaining interest. I went on unemployment. I bought ramen noodles at dollar stores. I never had to - God forbid - live on the streets.

In my darkest moments, I have not eaten an entire pie, but I have turned to other baked goods to find solace.

There are far too many people who get up early in the morning, and work hard, who cannot make ends meet.

Bad luck for both of us, we are both boulder-pushers.

Life deals from the bottom, sometimes, doesn't it?

I hated having to go out on the block and scramble - that's the worst job in the world, especially if you ain't making any real money.

Misery and misfortune is all one; and of misfortune fortune hath only the gift.

Then know, that I have little wealth to lose. A man I am, crossed with adversity; My riches are these poor habiliments, Of which if you should here disfurnish me, You take the sum and substance that I have.

Usually she ordered a cup of coffee and a cup of tea, as well as a brownie, propping up her sadness with chocolate and caffeine so that it became an anxiety.

Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness. An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.

I have lost everything, and I am so poor now that I really cannot afford to let anything worry me.

I come from a poor family.