Do not tell me what to do, tell me what you do. Do not tell me what is … - George A. Sheehan

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Foxy girls know that silence may be golden-but only for four seconds. Anything longer and you're heading for Awkward Avenue.

George A. Sheehan

Do not tell me what to do, tell me what you do. Do not tell me what is good for me, tell me what is good for you. If, at the same time, you reveal the you in me, if you become a mirror to my inner self, then you have made a reader and a friend.

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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.

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Running is just such a monastery- a retreat, a place to commune with God and yourself, a place for psychological and spiritual renewal.

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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.

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Happiness is different from pleasure. Happiness has something to do with struggling and enduring and accomplishing.

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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.

Artist, Compulsion, Fitness, Motivational, Running, Saint

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Walk some night on a suburban street and pass house after house on both sides of the same street each with the lamplight of the living room, shining golden, and inside the little blue square of the television, each living family riveting its attention on probably one show; nobody talking; silence in the yards; dogs barking at you because you pass on human feet instead of wheels.

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Foxy girls know that silence may be golden-but only for four seconds. Anything longer and you're heading for Awkward Avenue.

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Their plan had been very simple: to stay together for the rest of their lives.

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I do believe that as you write more and age, the arrogance and most of the vanity goes. Or it is a vanity met with vast gratitude, that you were hit by something as you stood in the way of it, that anybody is listening.

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