Sweat Quotes

“It's easier to bleed than sweat, Mr. Motes.”
― Flannery O'Connor, Wise Blood

“The stuff of nightmare is their plain bread. They butter it with pain. They set their clocks by deathwatch beetles, and thrive the centuries. They were the men with the leather-ribbon whips who sweated up the Pyramids seasoning it with other people's salt and other people's cracked hearts. They coursed Europe on the White Horses of the Plague. They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale. Some must have been lazing clowns, foot props for emperors, princes, and epileptic popes. Then out on the road, Gypsies in time, their populations grew as the world grew, spread, and there was more delicious variety of pain to thrive on. The train put wheels under them and here they run down the log road out of the Gothic and baroque; look at their wagons and coaches, the carving like medieval shrines, all of it stuff once drawn by horses, mules, or, maybe, men.”
― Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

“The chains that break you, are the chains that make you. And the chains that make you, are the chains you break.”
― Anthony Liccione

“SAUL: 'We made love outdoors, my favorite place to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and dripping with sweat.”
― Roman Payne

“When people tell me they can’t afford to join a gym, I tell them to go outside; planet Earth is a gym and we’re already members. Run, climb, sweat, and enjoy all of the natural wonder that is available to you.”
― Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

“A few other couples joined us on the dance floor and we lost ourselves among them. I'd never been able to figure out exactly what was involved in slow dancing, so I contented myself, as I had since high school, with gripping my partner to me, letting out awkward breaths against her ear, and tipping from foot to foot like someone waiting for a bus. I could feel the sweat cooling on her forearms and smell a trace of apples in her hair.”
― Michael Chabon, Wonder Boys

“The smell of the sweat is not sweet, but the fruit of the sweat is very sweet.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“If it doesn't sweat, jiggle, or pant, it's not alive.”
― Phyllis Reynolds Naylor, The Grooming of Alice

“Real terror is a crippling experience. You sweat so much that your skin goes all wrinkly like when you've been in the bath all afternoon. And then the scent of your sweat changes. It smells like cat pee, no doubt from the adrenalin. However hard you wash, it won't come off. It smothers you, as your muscles become frozen with acid and your mind paralysed by despair.”
― Tahir Shah, In Arabian Nights: A Caravan of Moroccan Dreams

“Exercise - ugh - never one of my favorite things. It wasn't that I was endearingly clumsy like the girl in one of my favorite romance novels, nor was I particularly athletic, either. I suppose, if the truth be told, I was just plain lazy. I had never been attracted to the idea of purposely sweating.

Grace”
― Lisa C. Temple, Illuminating Gracie

“And you know what happened next in my dream? Dick Cheney and I said the same thing at the same time: "Well, we had a Cold War to win." And then I screamed at him: "I KNEW you would say that! You ALWAYS say that!" But then, since Cheney and I made the same remark at the same time, I realized he owed me a Coke. So I said, "Jinx! You owe me a Coke!" And Vice-President Dick Cheney smiled sheepishly. *Shudder*... I don't even DRINK coke. I tastes like robot sweat.”
― David Rees, Get Your War On II

“Ah, ya, omong-omong, aku sangat merindukanmu. Apa kau merindukanku juga, mmm?”
― Jee, Because It's You

“Inspiration is like perspiration. It tends to strike at the most inopportune of times.”
― Max Hawthorne

“The clock sweats out each minute
of what meat is left to us.”
― Joseph Bathanti, This Metal

“Entah mengapa, mendadak dia merasa bahwa berkenalan dengan si pemilik nama itu sepertinya akan menyenangkan.”
― Jee, Because It's You

“Voices climbed over shoulders and the smell of pure German sweat struggled at first, then poured out. It rounded corner after corner till they were swimming in it. The words, the sweat. And the smiling. Let's not forget the smiling.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“It was the hardest work I'd ever done, and, while it lasted, one could think of nothing else. I said not long before that work and weakness are comforters. But sweat is the kindest creature of the three -- far better than philosophy, as a cure for ill thoughts.”
― C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces

“Fire was flowing around,
and sweat was getting evaporated
to accomplish their own tasks.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“I stood up, leaving a pool of sweat on the mat below. I saw the outline of my body imprinted in sweat on the chalky blue mat. A sweat angel. How gross, I thought. 'Look, Mihai,' I said, pointing at it. 'That's the sign of a hard worker right there.”
― Aly Raisman, Fierce: How Competing for Myself Changed Everything

“I talked to a farmer the other day; a man of soil and sweat and simplicity. And while he never darkened the door of a university, I quickly discovered that the wisdom wrought of soil and sweat and simplicity possessed more than adequate power to utterly transform any university whose door this man might walk through. And it was at that very moment that I found myself wanting to do nothing other than to dig in the soil of life that lay around me, sweat a lot while doing it, and forever keep my life as simple as both soil and sweat…for therein lays the greatest wisdom.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Sweat, tears, and blood that are shed in obscurity are rewarded in public and glory”
― Dr. Lucas D. Shallua

“I am not happy with a workout unless is drenches me in sweat. Sweat detoxes the body.”
― Steven Magee

“Sweat today, savor tomorrow!”
― Abhijit Naskar, Bulletproof Backbone: Injustice Not Allowed on My Watch

“Aquelas gotas salgadas eram lágrimas ou suor correndo pela sua testa em chamas?”
― Ghassan Kanafani, رجال في الشمس

“Sweet dreams are made of sweat-n-dare. Sweat makes it sweet, dare brings it true.”
― Abhijit Naskar, World War Human: 100 New Earthling Sonnets

“It was not the pain itself I craved but something I refused to articulate even to myself, whose true nature I feared to know. It sufficed, leaving me sweating, spent, and fractionally closer to being strong.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“Charlestonians never sweat. We sometimes dew up like hydrangea bushes or well-tended lawns.”
― Pat Conroy, South of Broad

“We are walking on the sweat-drenched lanes of our ancestors.”
― Kamini Arichandran

“Knowing is you; implementing is also you, and both can only happen by your sweat.”
― Lucky Onyeoghani, Thriving Beyond Schooling: A Guide to What Significance Demands

“God damn, Tot, you look like Honey Ryder in that suit."
"From Dr. No?" My snort is loud and inelegant. "Hardly."
Macon's lazy gaze slides up to meet mine. "Totally. A softer, lusher Honey." As if he can't help himself, he glances down again, and his teeth catch on his lower lip. "Damn..."
I can't help it; my nipples tighten even more, a pulse of heat and anticipation going through me. Call it feminine instinct--- call it a moment of insanity--- but I arch my back, just enough to lift my breasts a bit higher. Macon's eyes widen, his lips parting. And I flush hot, all the while pretending that I'm simply moving around to get more comfortable.
But I don't think I fool him. He makes a sound low in his throat, his breath kicking up. I'm pinned to the lounger by his stare. And despite the little insecurities that plague me, the avid interest in his stare makes me want to do foolish things, spread my thighs just enough to draw his attention there, to stretch again so that the full length of my body is on greater display. My muscles quiver with that need.
So I frown up at him instead. "Go away. You're blocking my sun."
Unfortunately, he leans in closer. A bead of sweat trickles down the side of his neck. Normally, I'm not real big on sweat. I don't like the smell, and I don't like the feel of someone else's on my skin. But Macon smells of sweat and soap, and it's doing something to my hormones because I want to haul him down, dip my nose into the hollow of his throat, and draw in a deep breath. All I can think of is how it would be to slip and slide against that firm skin, my own body fever hot and dripping.”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy