Work Quotes

It is not that I object to the work, mind you; I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours. ~ Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome Every man's work, whether it be literature or music or pictures or architecture or anything else, is always a portrait of himself. ~ The Way of All Flesh by Samuel Butler "My mind," he said, "rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. I can dispense then with artificial stimulants. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation. That is why I have chosen my own particular profession, or rather created it, for I am the only one in the world." ~ The Sign of The Four by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle "The only unofficial consulting detective," he answered. "I am the last and highest court of appeal in detection." ~ The Sign of The Four by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle "I cannot live without brain-work. What else is there to live for?" ~ The Sign of The Four by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle There is nothing like employment, active indispensable employment, for relieving sorrow. ~ Mansfield Park by Jane Austen "The power of doing anything with quickness is always prized much by the possessor, and often without any attention to the imperfection of the performance." ~ Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen "What the deuce is it to me?" he interrupted impatiently; "you say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work." ~ A Study in Scarlet by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle He liked to watch his fellow-clerks at work. The man was the work and the work was the man, one thing, for the time being. It was different with the girls. The real woman never seemed to be there at the task, but as if left out, waiting. ~ Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence He saw that men who worked hard, and earned their scanty bread with lives of labour, were cheerful and happy; and that to the most ignorant, the sweet face of Nature was a never-failing source of cheerfulness and joy. He saw those who had been delicately nurtured, and tenderly brought up, cheerful under privations, and superior to suffering, that would have crushed many of a rougher grain, because they bore within their own bosoms the materials of happiness, contentment, and peace. He saw that women, the tenderest and most fragile of all God's creatures, were the oftenest superior to sorrow, adversity, and distress; and he saw that it was because they bore, in their own hearts, an inexhaustible well-spring of affection and devotion. Above all, he saw that men like himself, who snarled at the mirth and cheerfulness of others, were the foulest weeds on the fair surface of the earth; and setting all the good of the world against the evil, he came to the conclusion that it was a very decent and respectable sort of world after all. ~ The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens