Quotes About Endurance

Finish: Even if you run a slower than expected time, you succeed in any marathon when you finish.

You're a runner. You probably don't eat carbs, do you?

after you've been running for several years and begin to shave seconds instead of minutes off your PRs, or if you start to slip backward, it is time to turn to speedwork.

It can be said that the first half of the marathon is 20 miles long; the second half, 6.2 more.

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My sport is your sport's punishment.") Usually

My opinion has always been this," he said, "that you ought never to give up as long as you live, even though they have stolen everything from you. If nothing else, you can always call the air you breathe your own, or at any rate you can claim that you have it on loan.

Það sem þrek hennar hafði grætt, það hafði viðkvæmnin mist.

Quite so. On the other hand, I am like that horse that was dumbfounded for twenty-four hours. For a long time I thought I could never endure having survived. Then I went back to the pasture.

Tant que nous souffrons, dans les conditions du désert, nous sommes encore humains, encore intacts .

When death comes, she said, all that matters is this: to be next to one another. My mother was wearing a silk dress, and as she pressed her fingers into his, all of my father's adventures and hard living melted away. He knew that he had met the woman he would love until he couldn't love anymore.

But these are small troubles, people will say. Yes, but they are drops which wear hollows in the rock.

Sharp knives seemed to cut her delicate feet, yet she hardly felt them--so deep was the pain in her heart.

swim. I think I will sit on it a little while longer, said the duck, as I have sat so long already, a few days will be nothing.

You can only be strong for so long.

Dreams never die. Sometimes you think they are dead, but they are just hibernating lie some old bear. And, if the dream has been hibernating for a long time, that bear is going to wake up grumpy and hungry

You grow immune to cruelty. It becomes the norm. You accept it. You move on.

Death sucks. Death sucks, mostly because it forces those who stay behind to survive. Death isn't merciful enough to take you too. Instead, death constantly jams down your throat the awful lesson that life does indeed go on, no matter what.

This is how detecting works. You keep going even if what you're doing seems like a momentous waste of time and energy.

And bad stays. Bad doesn't go away. You bury bad, it digs itself out. You throw bad in the middle of the ocean, it comes back at you like a tidal wave.

We always seem to be on the eve of destruction. And we always seem to get through it.

We always seem to be on the eve of destruction. And we always seem to get through it. Maybe we all survive the destruction we have wrought.

Jack Coldren was slowly dying. His heart was crumbling like brown leaves caught in a closed fist. You saw it all happening. And you wanted it to continue. On

Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.