Top Running Quotes
So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and i...
Why do I love poetry? It's more than word play, less about the pay. Let's just say that for the first time in a long while I stopped running, stared back at my darkest worst and said, 'Come here, you...
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Run
(a.) Moving or advancing by running.
(a.) Having a running gait; not a trotter or pacer.
(a.) trained and kept for running races; as, a running horse.
(a.) Successive; one following the other without break or intervention; -- said of periods of time; as, to be away two days running; to sow land two years running.
(a.) Flowing; easy; cursive; as, a running hand.
(a.) Continuous; keeping along step by step; as, he stated the facts with a running explanation.
(a.) Extending by a slender climbing or trailing stem; as, a running vine.
(a.) Discharging pus; as, a running sore.
(n.) The act of one who, or of that which runs; as, the running was slow.
(n.) That which runs or flows; the quantity of a liquid which flows in a certain time or during a certain operation; as, the first running of a still.
(n.) The discharge from an ulcer or other sore.
They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn...
Is it not true that the clever rogue is like the runner who runs well for the first half of the course, but flags before reaching the goal: he is quick off the mark, but ends in disgrace and slinks aw...
I often ask to what place I am running, for if I am unable to identify that place it is likely that I am running in a circle of the most circular sort.
When I was little and running on the race track at school, I always stopped and waited for all the other kids so we could run together even though I knew (and everybody else knew) that I could run muc...
Coffee, my delight of the morning; yoga, my delight of the noon. Then before nightfall, I run along the pleasant paths of the Jardin du Luxembourg. For when air cycles through the lungs, and the body...