I took off my sweatshirt and dropped it on the grass and set off around the track. As soon as I started running, the world changed. The bodies spread out across the green of the football field were parts of a scene remembered, not one real at this moment. The secret of effort is to keep on, I told myself. Not for the world would I have stopped then, and yet nothing- not even if I had been turned handsome as a reward for finishing- could have made up for the curious pain of the effort. Harold Brodkey
Keep GoingYour hardest times often lead to the greatest moments of your life. Keep going. Tough situations build strong people in the end.
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Roy T. Bennett
When the going gets tough, put one foot in front of the other and just keep going. Don’t give up.
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Roy T. Bennett
Do not fear failure but rather fear not trying.
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Roy T. Bennett
Never lose hope. Storms make people stronger and never last forever.
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Roy T. Bennett
You never know what's around the corner. It could be everything. Or it could be nothing. You keep putting one foot in front of the other, and then one day you look back and you've climbed a mountain.
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Tom Hiddleston
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