Quotes About Running

It was a well-known fact that humans became more addled than usual when running in herds.

I run—and not so that I'll be skinny and look good, either. I run so that when something that wants to kill me is chasing me, I'll be good at running.

The harder he ran, the more distance he temporarily placed between himself and his grief.

Everybody says I'm politically naive, and I am," she says after a while. It is something she says frequently to people she does not know. "So are the people running politics, or we wouldn't be in wars, would we.

With these words Jake had let go of me. Which proved that he knew more about why I was leaving than even I did. I had believed that I was running away from what had happened. I did not know, not until I met Nicholas days later, that the whole time I was really running towards what was yet to be.

By now the only part of me not sweating were my eyeballs... An X-ray of my skull would have shown a hamster running furiously in an exercise wheel...

Running is not only a great way to exercise but also one of the best forms of mind-body therapies there is.

Time is God's patience which can heal everything sooner or later, but the trouble in this world is most people run faster than time.

Nobody is hurt. Hurt is in the mind. If you can walk, you can run.

In the beginning you likely say, 'I run.' With more confidence, you say, 'I am a runner.'

I have so much respect for people that can do it [tredmill running], I wish I could because it looks really cool and really fun.

Running has given me the courage to start, the determination to keep trying, and the childlike spirit to have fun along the way. Run often and run long, but never outrun your joy of running.

Puppets can fly, levitate, twirl, but only people and marionettes are confined to running and walking.

Because in running toward what I thought was better, safer, more pleasurable, more fulfilling, less painful, less complicated, or less confining, I've actually been running from God, from His will, and from His blessing. And I'm tired of running. Aren't you?

I could hear my dad honking his horn impatiently down on the street. I... uh... used to live in your house, I found myself answering. And then I turned and ran full speed down to the street.

Running now. Running blindly, my heart thudding. Running home. Covered in thick, black fur. Running in panic, in shame. In fear.

Yes, we outran them easily," Destiny replied. "It…it's because we're not human anymore. We outran them because we're creatures now.

You're kind of a psycho. I get that." "I might be," Monica agreed, and gave her a slow, strange smile. "You're one smart little freak. Now run away, smart little freak, before I change my mind and stick you in one of these old suitcases for some architect to find a hundred years from now." Claire blinked. "Archaeologist." Monica's eyes turned winter cold. "Oh, you'd better start running away now.

He had on a funny T-shirt, as usual. Today's featured acartoon figure running from a giant T. rex, and it read EXERCISE: SOME MOTIVATIONREQUIRED.

My vampire boss, who would like to maybe be my boyfriend, just dropped in to tell me he was running away because Morganville's too dangerous.

Ahh . . . maybe we should be going," Shane said. "Ditch the shoes, Eve. We'll be running now." "I love these shoes!" "More than your circulatory system?" Eve silently kicked off the stilettos and backed up.

The engines engaged and started to spin up, and the strangest thing happened: a wave surged inside of me, almost new to me. Anticipation. This felt like running, all right, running away from my past and everything in it. Racing full speed towards the unknown. I was good at running.

While I was still Gina, but after The Event, I'd taken up running, and it had been grueling and exhausting until I built up my strength. Now, when I stop holding myself back, I run like I feel breath on my neck, as if I'm running for my life. It's not healthy or safe, and I'm well aware that driving myself that hard is a form of self-punishment, and also an expression of the fear I live with every day.

The sun was hardly risen, but already time was running out.