The art of competing, I’d learned from track, was the art of forgetting, and I now reminded myself of that fact. You must forget your limits. You must forget your doubts, your pain, your past.
在深冬里,我终于明白,在我内心深处有一个不可战胜的夏天。
Success is not about the destination, but the journey.
We are all prisoners of our desires, and the key to our cell is in our own hands.
If one only wished to be happy, this could be easily accomplished; but we wish to be happier than other people, and this is always difficult, for we believe others to be happier than they are.
我们做的每件事都很重要。