Quotes About Endurance

Nothing is more admirable than the fortitude with which millionaires tolerate the disadvantages of their wealth.

Health is your greatest wealth, so experiencing a marathon and seeing what you're capable of is really special.

Persistence is a secret weapon for everyone.

My cardio, my conditioning, is a weapon.

My body is my weapon, and I have to keep it in shape; I need to feel strong.

Patience is weapon. I learned that from my Laker days.

I have the biggest weapons in my hands. I can go a full 12 rounds at high speed.

But I still serve pretty big and that's one of my biggest weapons, so if my shoulder holds up and I can count on it, I can win a few matches and then you never know how the other guys are going to react to the fatigue and the length of the matches.

Landmines are different from other conventional weapons. When a war is over, the landmines stay in the ground and continue to kill - for decades.

I don't fear that a man will wear out as quickly as he will rust out.

I'd much rather wear out than rust out.

Cardio is king. This is how you make sure you don't wear out in the fight.

I don't want to rust out, I'd rather wear out.

Be able to suffer wearing a necktie or slightly high heels for an entire evening without complaint or early removal.

The pleasure of jogging and running is rather like that of wearing a fur coat in Texas in August: the true joy comes in being able to take the damn thing off.

I like to see people who are survivors wearing my shoes. I am fascinated by people who can bounce back.

What wears you out is the competing, not the training.

The truth never wears out.

I played with Annika today. I love being paired with her. She does not make many mental mistakes, and she has the ability to repeat her swing over and over and wears people down.

A lot of sad stories in a row - that wears on you.

I'm not one of those people that wears something once and tosses it aside. I wear my shoes until they beg to be thrown away. Parting is such sweet sorrow - and then it's onto the next pair.

I don't have the psychological stamina to last under artistic compromises over a prolonged period of time. I get hostile and vindictive. It wears me down.

There is nothing like a Bach fugue to remove me from a discordant moment... only Bach hold up fresh and strong after repeated playing. I can always return to Bach when the other records weary me.

Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.