Sweating Quotes

Quotes tagged as "sweating" (showing 1-15 of 15)
Amit Kalantri
“The smell of the sweat is not sweet, but the fruit of the sweat is very sweet.”
Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

Marie Lu
“I belong to no one. On this night, I swear to you that I will rise above everything you’ve ever taught me. I will become a force that this world has never known. I will come into such power that none will dare hurt me again.”
Marie Lu

Ana Claudia Antunes
“Both tears and sweat are salty.
but none of them are faulty.
the tears can get you somewhere,
the sweat will make you only wet.”
Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot Love: When A Call From The Other Side Takes Its Own Side

Laura Anderson Kurk
“I get that. For you, it’s more than following a bunch of rules—no sex, no booze, no swear words, pray every night and twice on Sunday.”
Laura Anderson Kurk, Perfect Glass

“Call it anything else if you will—fear, anxiety, nervousness, sweating
—but “shyness” is the historic word for it.”
Richard N. Bolles, What Color Is Your Parachute? 2012: A Practical Manual for Job-Hunters and Career-Changers

David Rangel
“His hands were tingling and he was sweating under falling snowflakes.”
David Rangel, Evan the Christmas Elf: Ghost Hunter

Ana Claudia Antunes
“Dialogues must appear as natural as if coming from effortless writing. It must not sweat. Your beloved readers must not sweat. But here am I, literally sweating, because my characters are literally talking dirty in a steamy sweaty and bloody scene.”
Ana Claudia Antunes, How to Make a Book

Israelmore Ayivor
“The thickest sweats produce the sweetest life. A hard work surely brings unheard happiness. Dig up your gold.”
Israelmore Ayivor, Mine Your Gold: How to Dig Up and Optimize Your Hidden Greatness

Dennis Vickers
“Sweating like a fat woman in a sauna, nun with a tattoo on her tit, overweight jockey.”
Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

Christina Engela
“This was true, she knew. Being involved with him gave her the privileged position of knowing him intimately. There were nights when he would wake up sweating, the nightmares returning out of the blue after a peaceful period sometimes weeks long. Growing up in the middle of a fierce civil war could indelibly mark a child. To Mykl, birthdays were always just another year under the belt, where the only reason to celebrate was that you weren’t dead yet. She took his hand, squeezed it tight and led him inside.”
Christina Engela, Dead Beckoning