“It is part of who I am and is woven into the fabric of my personality, character, and psyche.”

I am not somebody who just likes to run. I am a runner.

This is the difference between a pastime and a passion. I like to play golf, but I am not a golfer. I like to cook, but I am not a chef. I don’t just like to run. I am a runner. It is a passion

For something to hurt that bad, and feel so good, it’s just inexplicable.

I love controlling a race, chewing up an opponent.

You are truly your own hero in running. It is up to you to have the responsibility and self-discipline to get the job done.

Let’s get down and dirty. Let’s fight it out. It’s raw, animalistic, with no one to rely on but yourself. There’s no better feeling than that.

The ultimate purpose of religious life is to make this evolution move in a direction far more important to the destiny of the ego than the moral health of the social fabric which forms his present environment.

It seems to be a fundamental yearning, knitted into the fabric of the human soul.

When we are young, we think life will be like a supo: one fabric, one weave, one grand design.

Memories, all those little experiences make up the fabric of our lives and on balance, I wouldn’t want to erase any of them, tempting though it may be.

It is in his pleasure that a man really lives; it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.

As a girl, my favorite toy was my dollhouse; if I could still play with it now, I would! I used to love a well-arranged room: the furniture, the fabric, the lighting.

The legacy of the Armenian Genocide is woven into the fabric of America.

Visible and mobile, my body is a thing among things; it’s caught in the fabric of the world, and its cohesion is that of a thing. But, because it moves itself and sees, it holds things in a circle around itself.