Born To Run Quotes

“There are two goddesses in your heard. The Goddess of Wisdom and the Goddess of Wealth. Everyone thinks they need to get wealth first, and wisdom will come. So they concern themselves with chasing money. But they have it backwards. You have to give your heart to the Goddess of Wisdom, giver her all your love and attention, and the Goddess of Wealth will become jealous, and follow you.”
― Joe Vigil

“I'll love you with all the madness in my soul.”
― Bruce Springsteen, Bruce Springsteen -- Born to Run: Piano/Vocal/Chords

“Every day in Africa a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning a lion wakes up. It knows that it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death. It doesn’t matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle. When the sun comes up, you better be running.”
― Abe Gubegna

“The reason we race isn't so much to beat each other, he understood, but to be with each other.”
― Christopher McDougall, Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen

“If you can run six miles on a summer day then you, my friend, are a lethal weapon in the animal kingdom. We can dump heat on the run, but animals can't pant while they gallop.”
― Christopher McDougall

“Born to love, Born to lead.
Born to shine, Born to succeed.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.”
― Charles Bukowski

“By unspoken agreement, we all picked an invisible line in the cracked asphalt and toed it.”
― Chistopher McDougall

“The way to activate your fat-burning furnace is by staying below your aerobic threshold—your hard-breathing point—during your endurance runs.”
― Christoper Raglandgall

“As funny as it sounds, I have a "personal" relationship with Jesus. He remains one of my fathers, though as with my own fa-ther, I no longer believe in his godly power. I believe deeply in his love, his ability to save ... but not to damn... enough of that.
The way I see it, we ate the apple and Adam, Eve, the rebel Jesus in all his glory and Satan are all part of God's plan to make men and women out of us, to give us the precious gifts of earth, dirt, sweat, blood, sex, sin, goodness, freedom, captivity, love, fear, life and death... our humanity and a world of our own.”
― Bruce Springsteen, Born to Run

“And as a team, we were fantastic; we forged a bond that would allow us to dominate the planet. With canines at our side, we became masters of the universe; these new companions were our night watchmen, our GPS guides, our first-wave assault team. In the battle for existence, they gave us the crucial competitive edge that allowed us to persist while our rivals, the Neanderthals, faded to extinction.
After that, well, hell! There was no stopping us. From then on, we couldn't make enough animal alliances. We persuaded horses and elephants to carry us into battle, and hawks and ferrets to kill rabbits and drop them at our feet. Wildcats became tame and protected our grains from rodents. We learned to saddle reindeer and herd geese and yoke yaks. Animals didn't just feed and protect us, they inspired us. We studied them, drew them, revered them. Religions worshipped animals as gods; moralists looked to them for life lessons; seekers chose them as their spirit guides. We named our tribes and babies after them. Egyptian pharaohs went to the grave
with them.
Then we forgot them.
The romance that had burned for ages was snuffed in a heart-beat, historically speaking. We had animals on the brain for more than 300,000 years-and then, out of the blue, Edison and Ford came along and stole our hearts. As soon as we had electric lights and affordable cars, we moved indoors and locked the animals out, We don't need guard dogs or plow horses or fresh kill anymore; we hunt freezer aisles instead of forests, fire up the Prius when we need a ride, rely on screens when we crave companionship. Man's best friend became a major pain, an intruder who craps on our sidewalks, barks all night, and has to be confined to cages in the back bedroom and little prisons in our parks. Coco and Cuddles are now another form of trash; according to the ASPCA, more than four thousand abandoned cats and dogs are destroyed every day, just to make space for the six million that are dumped at she-ters every year.”
― Christopher McDougall