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Gold medals aren't really made of gold. They're made of sweat, determination, and a hard-to-find alloy called guts. — Dan Gable

Tom rushed up the stairs and burst into his room, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him. The anger inside him built so quickly, it felt as though he was going to explode. His every muscle seemed to tighten, making it hard to breathe. He wanted to scream the house down, but remained silent. — Euan Leckie

I committed my life to Christ, and that faith has been most important to me ever since. — Peyton Manning

A single twig breaks, but the bundle of twigs is strong. — Tecumseh

Until the day I die, or until the day I can't think anymore, I want to be involved in the issues that I care about. — Janet Reno

That's the key, you know, confidence. I know for a fact that if you genuinely like your body, so can others. It doesn't really matter if it's short, tall, fat or thin, it just matters that you can find some things to like about it. Even if that means having a good laugh at the bits of it that wobble independently, occasionally, that's all right. It might take you a while to believe me on this one, lots of people don't because they seem to suffer from self-hatred that precludes them from imagining that a big woman could ever love herself because they don't. But I do. I know what I've got is a bit strange and difficult to love but those are the very aspects that I love the most! It's a bit like people. I've never been particularly attracted to the uniform of conventional beauty. I'm always a bit suspicious of people who feel compelled to conform. I personally like the adventure of difference. And what's beauty, anyway? — Dawn French

I realized that my father's absence is our slippers. In order to start to get rid of your slippers, you have to admit they are yours, and if you do, then they will get rid of themselves. — Abraham Verghese

Every day I count wasted in which there has been no dancing. — Friedrich Nietzsche