Quotes About Training

It seems to happen sudden—a fighter gets good. He gets easy and graceful. He learns how to save himself—no energy wasted... he slips and slides— he travels with the punch. . . . Oh, sure, I like the way you're shaping up.

Patience isn't a gift. It is learned.

A good memory is one trained to forget the trivial.

I still work out on a daily basis.

As a leader, you obtain a sense of the better soldiers during training. They have a quiet confidence about them and a swagger that sets them apart.

D-Day was my first time in combat. I was mentally prepared and felt that I had done everything necessary to prepare myself for this precise moment. And yet you never know if you will measure up as a leader until the minute arrives when you face the enemy for the first time. Baptism by fire is a soldier's sacrament. There is always doubt. Hopefully, in combat, you perform as you train.

I needed to find some work to escape the silence. I was twenty-two years old but had no training. Is nailing crates a profession—I was back to fetching and carrying.

There are some strange cold people in this world. It is priests, I think...Training themselves out of natural feeling. They mean it for the best, of course.

Forgetting is an art like other arts. It needs dedication and practice.

It is always best to understand the proper way of doing something before you find your own way.

They taught you a lot of things, your family,' I say. The sleight of hand, the wall climbing, the swordsmanship. 'Not to die,' he says. 'That's what they attempted to teach me, anyway. Not to die.' Considering how often he throws himself directly into the path of danger, I do not think they taught him well enough.

What other stuff do they teach you at federal agent school?" I ask. It shouldn't bother me that he's fitting in so well. So what if he's faking it? Good for him. I guess what bothers me is him faking it better than I am.

I have trained every day to be dangerous, and he is entirely in my power, yet I'm the one who is afraid.

I think he was flirting with me. I don't even remember deciding to hit him. ... "Madoc would be so proud - his little girl, remembering all her training," she says. "Staving off the terrifying possibility of romance.

Madoc would be so proud- his little girl, remembering all her training,' she says. 'Starving off the terrifying possibility of romance.

What is sparring but a game of strategy,played at speed?

The dilemma of modern medicine, and the underlying central flaw in medical education and, most of all, in the training of interns, is the irresistible drive to do something, anything. It is expected by patients and too often agreed to by their doctors, in the face of ignorance.

To sew the blue-burnt edges of a gunshot wound together should require only concentration, training, deftness, ease with systems awry and how to stabilize, but with good tools, sharp blades, bright lights, I'm guessing a material's qualities become more. Professionals are adept at covering it up, but I'm pretty sure pleasure insists.

I was an OK boxer, I wasn't great, I was OK, but I loved the discipline of getting together every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, usually Saturday afternoons too, with a whole bunch of mates and training, very, very hard for about two-and-half hours.

People have asked me about the loneliness out on the race. But the race is when you finally have some social contact after a long winter of training alone on mostly empty trails. On the race you meet people at checkpoints, and you mix it up with other drivers, people from all walks of life who are bound together once a year by their miseries on the Iditarod Trail.

Victory consistently, train all year to be the enemys misery. No stress visibly, neither does it enter me.

I run in the morning, lift weights in the afternoon, basketball training at night, and then lift weights again at night.

And yet she wrote with an urgency most of us felt but did not have the courage to reveal, because we were too beholden to the traditions of the old sciences. For so long I'd felt that what I'd been trained to do in academic writing was to press my nose to the ground, and here was Nell Stone with her head raised and swiveling in all directions.

A child is not in training to be a person but is one already.