Quotes About Running

I run because if I didn't, I'd be sluggish and glum and spend too much time on the couch. I run to breathe the fresh air. I run to explore. I run to escape the ordinary. I run…to savor the trip along the way. Life becomes a little more vibrant, a little more intense. I like that.

Some seek the comfort of their therapist's office, other head to the corner pub and dive into a pint, but I chose running as my therapy.

Running is about finding your inner peace, and so is a life well lived.

Truth be told, people in federal agencies aren't running around shooting all over the place.

I've started running since I had kids, and I've become one of those annoying people who likes running.

do licks the way we used to, running full sprints and doing obstacle-course-type getaways. But I still had the slick mentality of a hustler.

While the moon rose and fell, lonely tracks through the mountains echoed to the slap of running feet as those lads earned their pay, racing to be first to the gates of Athens.

She clutched the train ticket tighter and waited for the sense of escape to come over her as it had a dozen times before, that heady sensation of having just scooted through the clanging gate, of eluding the thrown net. It didn't come. She was running again, but she wasn't escaping. She'd been chased to ground a long, long time ago.

We are an echo that runs, skittering, through a train of rooms. – Czeslaw Milosz, from "The Wormwood Star." The Separate Notebooks . (Ecco September 21, 1986) Originally published 1984.

But there is nothing in me, just fear, nothing but the running of dark waves. I am the wind that blows and dies out in dark waters, I am the wind going and not returning, a milkweed pollen on the black meadows of the world.

I realised from a very early age that God gave me a gift, and that gift was to run, and I wanted to use it to the best of my ability.

If you've got information about an opponent running against you, wouldn't you want that information - to vet it, to see if it's real information, and to use it accordingly?

The real underlying value comes if you can put a company back into a running state and it becomes a successful viable entity if it continues to repay loans.

The joke I always make is I'm either running for reelection, running for Senate, running for governor, or running for my life. The latter is also a viable possibility.

When running to fill a time quota, however, the reverse happens. You can't make that time pass any faster by rushing, so you settle into a pace that feels right to you at the moment. Each minute above a quota is a little victory.

Aline found herself walking quickly, almost running, to her favorite place by the river, where a wildflower meadow sloped down to tall grasses alive with meadow-brown and marbled-white butterflies.

I'm not running away from my fears," I told Dane. "I'm running away from my relatives.

No I have not," Nelson bites out, irritation in his voice. "She's devastated by all of this." "And so she ran off to Vermont and left you to be devastated alone," Elsa rebuttals. "Such love.

Sex keeps me in shape. I don't diet, I eat what I like. I love Mars bars and I smoke and drink. But I love running off in the middle of the day to make love. It really burns up calories.

You can't solve problems by running away from them, it was said, and like the good child she had once been, she had believed this. But it wasn't true. Some problems could only be solved by running away from them.

The Bradleys bookend their weekends by balancing these booze-filled habits with a running habit and a church habit on Sundays.

The Jogger Killer is currently terrorizing women who are now too scared to go out running alone. And Rulandi Duval is a pit bull with a chip on her shoulder. She's a woman in a position of power in a traditionally male environment, and she's got something to prove. You and Tom also ooze privilege. You live in Story Cove. You own a boat. It's moored at an exclusive marina. You belong to a country club.

Before Arwen arrived, the neighborhood was fine. Just ticking along, everyone effectively hiding their dark family secrets behind their smiling masks. But Arwen rattled their cage. The rats began running around and attacking each other.

I did the only thing any reasonable wizard could have done. I turned around and ran like hell.