We have so much separation between feeling the emotional and physical side of sex.
Sweat cleanses from the inside. It comes from places a shower will never reach.
It's very hard in the beginning to understand that the whole idea is not to beat the other runners. Eventually you learn that the competition is against the little voice inside you that wants you to quit.
Running is just such a monastery- a retreat, a place to commune with God and yourself, a place for psychological and spiritual renewal.
The more I run, the more I want to run, and the more I live a life conditioned and influenced and fashioned by my running. And the more I run, the more certain I am that I am heading for my real goal: to become the person I am.
Happiness is different from pleasure. Happiness has something to do with struggling and enduring and accomplishing.
There are as many reasons for running as there are days in the year, years in my life. But mostly I run because I am an animal and a child, an artist and a saint. So, too, are you. Find your own play, your own self-renewing compulsion, and you will become the person you are meant to be.
Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.
We are all gathered to the same fold.
Faire language grates not the tongue.
If you lose self-control everything will fall.