Run Quotes

From that day on, if I was going somewhere, I was running!

That day, for no particular reason, I decided to go for a little run. So, I ran to the end of the road, and when I got there, I thought maybe I'd run to the end of town. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd just run across Greenbow County. And I figured since I'd run this far, maybe I'd just run across the great state of Alabama. And that's what I did. I ran clear across Alabama. For no particular reason, I just kept on going. I ran clear to the ocean.

Run, Forrest! Run!

I had run for three years, two months, 14 days and 16 hours.

We're all unlucky in love sometimes. When I am, I go jogging. The body loses water when you jog... so you have none left for tears.

You don't stand in front of a mirror before a run wondering what the road will think of your outfit. You don't have to listen to its jokes and pretend they're funny in order to run on it. It would not be easier to run if you dressed sexier. The road doesn't notice if you're not wearing lipstick. Does not care how old you are. You do not feel uncomfortable because you make more money than the road. And you can call on the road... whenever you feel like it. Whether it's been a day... or even a couple of hours since your last date. The only thing the road cares about, is that you... pay it a visit once in a while. Nike. No games...
No games, just sports.

— Your chest on fire?
— Check.
— But you're cold.
— Check.
— And you got a steel hard-on, don't you?
— Let me check. Check.

— Well, what do you think this woman's thinking?
— Uh, well, I... Let's see. Uh, she's thinking about what she wants out of life. What's she gonna accomplish? How's she gonna do all that? Women, you know, they think about that a lot. I mean, surprisingly a lot. They worry all the time about everything.
— You're so right. How do you know that?
— Well, you know, even I had a mother.
— Well... So maybe running gives her time off from all of that. It gives her something she can't get anyplace else. Look at her. God. I want to be her. She looks so free, doesn't she? No one's judging her, no boss to worry about, no guys to worry about, no games to figure her way through.
— I like that. No games.

— And in the future, we don't need horses. We have motorized carriages called automobiles.
— If everybody's got one of these auto-whatsits, does anybody walk or run anymore?
— Of course we run. But for recreation. For fun.
— Run for fun? What the hell kind of fun is that?

We fly like blackbirds through the orange groves, floating on a warm wind. When we run, we own the earth. The land is ours. We speak the birds' language. Not immigrants no more. Not stupid Mexicans. When we run, our spirits fly. We speak to the gods. When we run, we are the gods.

We're going to get to the point where when we see a hill, we smile. The higher, the better.