Quotes from Bear Grylls

The other final memory, from growing up on the island, is of going on a monster run one day, and getting very bad groin rub on the last mile towards home. I had endured the rubbing for the previous eight miles, but it was now becoming agony. No one was around, the village was deserted, it was a warm summer's evening, so I took my shorts off and continued the final leg of the run naked. No

You see, if you quit, you lose. But so long as you stick it out, you're still in with a chance. Life rewards the dogged, not the qualified. As Harrison Ford once said: 'Them that stick it out are them that win.

Base Camp, We need advice. ... We've run out of Earth

Rozhlížel se kolem po nÄ›jakém kameni, kterým by se zabil. Žádný vÅ¡ak nenaÅ¡el. Musel to utrpení vydržet.

You gave more when others gave up. That's the difference.'

Sedmkrát spadni, osmkrát se zvedni.

WORRY', AS CORRIE TEN Boom wrote, 'does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow. It empties today of its strength.

To me, my Christian faith is all about being held, comforted, forgiven, strengthened and loved – yet somehow that message gets lost on most of us, and we tend only to remember the religious nutters or the God of endless school assemblies.

The Royal Marines description of me as "happy-go-lucky" is good for many things, but somehow it doesn't wash with university applications. And with my mediocre A level results I was getting a hefty number of rejections winging my way. A lot of my good friends were heading to Bristol University. But I had as much change of getting in there with my ACDC grades as Deborah Maldives had of winning a beauty pageant.

So much of my identity was in the physical. Now I just felt exposed and vulnerable. Not being able to bend down to tie your shoelaces or twist to clean your backside without acute and severe pain leaves you feeling hopeless.

Life has taught me to be very cautious of a man with a dream, especially a man who has teetered on the edge of life. It gives a fire and recklessness inside that is hard to quantify.

Instinct doesn't always tell us to choose the easier path, but it will guide you towards the right one. Your subconscious intuition wants you to survive and to thrive. It isn't clouded by ego or others' opinions - those fickle things live in the conscious mind. Your instinct has a clearer purpose: to help you. Listen to it. Learn to recognize it. Acknowledge it when it speaks and have faith in it. Instinct is the nose of the mind. So trust it.

Our next test weekend was in a particularly hellish area of the Welsh mountains--remote, godforsaken, and full of even more boggy, ankle-twisting moon grass. The area became known affectionately by the other recruits as simply: "The asshole of the world.

There are few greater feelings than finding out you can achieve more, and endure more, than you had previously imagined, and it's only when we are tested that we realize just how brightly we can shine.

Only the poor in spirit are really poor. He who has lost all, but retains his courage, cheerfulness, hope, virtue, and self-respect, is still rich.

The next few weeks were a real struggle. Mental turmoil was a new emotion for me, and not a fun one. I felt I had let myself down, and that I had wasted four months of my life to hard, cold misery, and all for nothing. I was depressed and I felt useless. And that was on a good day.

Storms come to make us stronger.

The time to shine is when it is darkest.

You see, we are all a bit like grapes: when you squeeze us, you see what we are made of. And I believe that most people are far stronger than they ever imagine. It is refined within us from thousands of years of having to survive as a species. It might be dusty and hidden away, but it is there somewhere inside you: the heart of a survivor. Courage. Tenacity. Strength. So don't shy away from hard times, they are your chance to shine.

Write this on your bathroom mirror: Struggle develops strength and storms make you stronger.

You beat yourself.

Self-doubt can be crushing, and sometimes it is hard to see outside the black bubble.

But above all, I feel a quiet pride that for the rest of my days I can look myself in the mirror and know that once upon a time I was good enough.

In fact, if anything, my back felt worse. I couldn't move and was getting angrier and angrier inside. Angry at myself; angry at everything.