The great lesson of my life is perseverance. Never give up. It’s like my brother said, “Isn’t one minute of pain worth a lifetime of glory?
I believe everybody in the world should try to help somebody else. Let’s say half the people in the world are successful. If they help the other half, hey, you’ve got no problem.
Your mind is everything. It’s like a muscle. You must exercise it or it will atrophy – just like a muscle.
Sometimes what we see as a loss turns out in the end to be a gain, and sometimes a gain is a loss. I try not to be too swift to pass judgment on any situation, preferring instead to be patient and take the long view because I believe that in the end all things work together for good.
Isn’t one minute of pain worth a lifetime of glory?
Hope is incomplete and ongoing. Faith is the substance of things hoped for and is complete.
I didn’t know it then, but my persistence, perseverance, and unwillingness to accept defeat when things looked all but hopeless were part of the very character traits I would need to make it through World War II alive.
What I’ve learned is that the more you help people, the longer you live. The good feelings are a healing process.
But I couldn’t give up hope. Not my style. I would do what I had to do to survive. From that moment until the end of the war, when we were freed, I would really come to understand the meaning of “Don’t give up, don’t give in.
You should make your life count right up to the last minute.
The Olympic Spirit is like the wind. You don’t see it coming or going but you hear its voice. You feel the power of its presence. You enjoy the results of its passing. And then it becomes a memory, an echo of days of glory.
The best way to meet any challenge is to be prepared for it.
I’ve accepted Christ as my Savior.
When there’s no further hope, men always look up.
Positive self-esteem must be preceded by self-respect. To get self-respect you have to do something good.
Many people reject Christ because they feel they can’t live a Christian life. Well, nobody can live a Christian life – without help.” I thought when you accepted Christ you had to be perfect, but he said, “Christ has promised to help you. He said, ‘I will uphold you with the right hand of my righteousness. If you have problems in life, cast all your cares on me, for I care for you.
By the way, I didn’t win the 5000-meter race at the Olympics, but making the team and not winning is like going to the moon and stumbling over a rock and falling. So what? You’re still on the moon.
If you cling to the axe you’re grinding, eventually you’ll only hurt yourself.
To whom much has been given, much is expected.
I had finally come full circle. Except for continuing to tell my story and spreading the Word, a great part of my life was over: the delinquency, the running, the war, the imprisonment, the drinking, the nightmares, the greediness and desperation, the unhappiness. I was completely satisfied with my test of forgiveness and more than ready to move on.