inspirational phrases

[DreamOfWeight]

lets hear some!!

:drunk:

 

[Trauma1]

"Believe none of what you hear, half of what you read, and all of what you see."

Words to live by!

 

[OCCFan023]

Doctors and scientists said that breaking the four-minute mile was impossible, that one would die in the attempt. Thus, when I got up from the track after collapsing at the finish line, I figured I was dead.
-Roger Bannister (After becoming the first person to break the four-minute mile, 1952)

I really like this one.

 

[KurtisWicked]

“Don't do anything by half. If you love someone, love them with all your soul. When you go to work, work your ass off. When you hate someone, hate them until it hurts.”

“Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on.”

“Life is full of choices, if you have the guts to go for it. That's why I get immediately bored with anyone's complaining about how boring their life is, or how bad their town is. Fvcking leave and go somewhere else. Or don't.”

“Keep your blood clean, your body lean, and your mind sharp.”

All Henry Rollins.

 

[rippedforce63]

"Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will." Mahatma Gandhi

"Only a man who knows what it is like to be defeated can reach down to the bottom of his soul and come up with the extra ounce of power it takes to win when the match is even."
Muhammad Ali

I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. -- Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird, 1960

Do not fear death so much, but rather the inadequate life. -- Bertolt Brecht

Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself. -- Lois McMaster Bujold,

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear - not absence of fear.—Mark Twain

The truth is that there is nothing noble in being superior to somebody else. The only real nobility is in being superior to your former self.—Whitney Young

 

[Iron Lungz]

"When I pull the trigger and wipe out another enemy, three more come up from behind him. And as long as the good Lord allows me to pull the trigger, I'll continue move forward!"
LT. Daniel L. Pedezo (R.I.P.) 77' - 07' My right hand man, and best friend.

 

[holyintellect]

"Treasure the love you receive above all. It will survive long after your good health has vanished.~~"

By far and away my all time favorite....

holyintellect

 

[FATGUY]

You can love your pet. But you can't "love" your pet!

 

[Inarius]

anybody got any more? these are pretty good!

 

[raginfcktard]

i don't sweat...i shine!

 

[Iron Warrior]

"If I gotta motivate your a$$ to play this game then you're playing the wrong game and you're playing for the wrong coach"

 

[Cub]

A wise old man once told me "I'm a wise old man, so I'm allowed to touch you in the bathing suit area." He taught me a lot of things.

 

[DreamOfWeight]

hahaha...nice

 

[drivehard]

That which does not kill you only makes you stronger...

 

[Rodja]

You may beat me, but you will never outwork me.

A true champion sweats to exhaustion even when no one is looking.

 

[wrkn4bigrmusles]

Git R Done

 

[futurepilot]

what is best in life? To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women. (Conan)

 

[KurtisWicked]

Twitching- MFT

What's your problem? I think I know. You see it in the mirror every morning: temptation and doubt hip to hip inside your head. You know it's not supposed to be like this. But you drank the Kool-Aid and dressed yourself up in someone else's life.

You're haunted because you remember having something more. With each drag of the razor you ask yourself why you piss your blood into another man's cup. Working at the job he offered, your future is between his thumb and forefinger. And the necessary accessories, the proclamations of success you thought gave you stability provide your boss security. Your debt encourages acquiescence, the heavy mortgage makes you polite.

Aren't you sick of being tempted by an alternative lifestyle, but bound by chains of your own choosing? Of the gnawing doubt that the college graduate, path of least resistance is the right way for you - for ever? Each weekend you prepare for the two weeks each summer when you wake up each day and really ride, or climb; the only imperative being to go to bed tired. When booming thermals shoot you full of juice and your Vario shrieks 7m/sec, you wonder if the lines will pop. The risk pares away life's trivia. Up there, sucking down the thin cumulus, the earth looks small, the boss even smaller, and you wish it could go on forever. But a wish is all it will ever be.

Because the ground is hard. Monday morning is harsh. You wear the hangover of your weekend rush under a strict and proper suit and tie. You listen to NPR because it's inoffensive, PFC: Politically ****ing Correct. Where's the counter-cultural righteousness that had you flirting with Bad Religion and the vintage Pistols tape over the weekend? On Monday you eat frozen food and live the homogenized city experience. But Sunday you thought about cutting your hair very short. You wanted a little more volume and wondered how out of place you looked in the Sub Pop Music Store. Flipping through the import section, you didn't recognize any of the bands. KMFDM? It stands for Kill Mother ****ing Depeche Mode. Didn't you know? How could you not?

Tuesday you look at the face in the mirror again. It stares back, accusing. How can you get by on that one weekly dose? How can you be satisfied by the artifice of these experiences? Why should your words mean anything? They aren't learned by heart and written in blood. If you cannot grasp the consciousness-altering experience that real mastery of these disciplines proposes, of what value is your participation? The truth is pointless when it is shallow. Do you have the courage to live with the integrity that stabs deep?

Use the mirror to cut to the heart of things and uncover your true self. Use the razor to cut away what you don't need. The life you want to live has no recipe. Following the recipe got you here in the first place:

Mix one high school diploma with an undergrad degree and a college sweetheart. With a whisk (or a whip) blend two cars, a poorly built house in a cul de sac, and fifty hours a week working for a board that doesn't give a **** about you. Reproduce once. Then again. Place all ingredients in a rut, or a grave. One is a bit longer than the other. Bake thoroughly until the resulting life is set. Rigid. With no way out. Serve and enjoy.

"You see your face reflected there in a sweating brow, you hate what you see, but what can be done when there's no way out, no way out?"
The Chameleons, "Intrigue in Tangiers"

But there is a way out. Live the lifestyle instead of paying lip service to the lifestyle. Live with commitment. With emotional content. Live whatever life you choose honestly. Give up this renaissance man, dilettante bullshit of doing a lot of different things (and none of them very well by real standards). Get to the guts of one thing; accept, without reservation or rationalization, the responsibility of making a choice. When you live honestly, you can not separate your mind from your body, or your thoughts from your actions.

"If you really want to hurt them and their children not yet born tell them the truth always".
Henry Rollins, from the book See a Grown Man Cry

Tell the truth. First, to yourself. Say it until it hurts. Learn the reality of your own selfishness. Quit living for other people at the expense of your own self, you're not really alive. You live in the land of denial - and they say the view is pretty a long as you remain asleep.

Well it's time to WAKE THE **** UP!

So do it. Wake up. When you drink the coffee tomorrow, take it black and notice it. Feel the caffeine surge through you. Don't take it for granted. Use it for something. Burn the Grisham books. Sell the bad CDs. Mariah Carey, Dave Mathews and N Sync aren't part of the soundtrack where you're going.

Cut your hair. Don't worry about the gray. If you're good at what you do, no one cares what you look like. Go to the weight room. Learn the difference between actually working out and what you've been doing. Live for the Iron and the fresh air. Punish your body to perfect your soul. Kick the habit of being nice to everyone you meet. Do they deserve it? Say "no" more often.

Quit posturing at the weekly parties. Your high pulse rate, your 5.12s and quick time on the Slickrock Trail don't mean **** to anybody else. These numbers are the measuring sticks of your own progress; show, don't tell. Don't react to the itch with a scratch. Instead, learn it. Honor the necessity of both the itch and the scratch. But a haircut and a new soundtrack do not a modern man make. As long as you have a safety net you act without commitment. You'll go back to your old habits once you meet a little resistance. You need the samurai's desperateness and his insanity.

Burn the bridge. Nuke the foundation. Back yourself up against a wall. Have an opinion one way or the other, get off the fence and rip it up. Cut yourself off so there is no going back. Once you're committed the truth will come out. You ask about security? What you need is uncertainty. What you need is confusion; something that forces you to reinvent yourself, a whip to drive you harder.

"I never try anything - I just do it. Want to try me?
White Zombie, "Thunder Kiss"

In Dune, Frank Herbert called it "the attitude of the knife,” cut off what's incomplete and say “now it has finished, for it has ended there.” So finish it, and walk away, forward. Only acts undertaken with commitment have meaning. Only your best effort matters. Life is a Meritocracy, with death as the auditor. Inconsistency, incompetence and lies are all cut short by that final word. Death will change you if you can't change yourself.

 

[Iron Warrior]

Get up you son a b!tch cuz Mickey loves you

 

[Zero V]

"there is a fine line between genius and insanity, I have erased this line"

 

[Inarius]

IRON

By Henry Rollins


I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention.

To not be like your parents.

To not be like your friends.

To be yourself.

Completely.

When I was young I had no sense of myself.

All I was, was a product of all the fear and humiliation I suffered.

Fear of my parents. The humiliation of teachers calling me "garbage can" and

telling me I'd be mowing lawns for a living.

And the very real terror of my fellow students.

I was threatened and beaten up for the color of my skin and my size.

I was skinny and clumsy, and when others would tease me I didn't run home

crying, wondering why.

I knew all too well.

I was there to be antagonized.

In sports I was laughed at.

A spaz. I was pretty good at boxing but only because the rage that filled my every

waking moment made me wild and unpredictable.

I fought with some strange fury.

The other boys thought I was crazy.

I hated myself all the time.

As stupid at it seems now, I wanted to talk like them, dress like them, carry

myself with the ease of knowing that I wasn't going to get pounded in the hallway

between classes.

Years passed and I learned to keep it all inside.

I only talked to a few boys in my grade. Other losers.

Some of them are to this day the greatest people I have ever known.

Hang out with a guy who has had his head flushed down a toilet a few times, treat

him with respect, and you'll find a faithful friend forever.

But even with friends, school sucked.

Teachers gave me hard time. I didn't think much of them either.

Then came Mr. Pepperman, my advisor. He was a powerfully built Vietnam

veteran, and he was scary.

No one ever talked out of turn in his class.

Once one kid did and Mr. P. lifted him off the ground and pinned him to the

blackboard.

Mr. P. could see that I was in bad shape, and one Friday in October he asked me if

I had ever worked out with weights.

I told him no. He told me that I was going to take some of the money that I had

saved and buy a hundred-pound set of weights at Sears.

As I left his office, I started to think of things I would say to him on Monday when

he asked about the weights that I was not going to buy.

Still, it made me feel special.

My father never really got that close to caring.

On Saturday I bought the weights, but I couldn't even drag them to my mom's

car.

An attendant laughed at me as he put them on a dolly.

Monday came and I was called into Mr. P.'s office after school.

He said that he was going to show me how to work out.

He was going to put me on a program and start hitting me in the solar plexus in

the hallway when I wasn't looking.

When I could take the punch we wouldknow that we were getting somewhere.

At no time was I to look at myself in the mirror or tell anyone at school what I

was doing.

In the gym he showed me ten basic exercises.

I paid more attention than I ever did in any of my classes.

I didn't want to blow it.

I went home that night and started right in.

Weeks passed, and every once in a while Mr. P. would give me a shot and drop

me in the hallway, sending my books flying.

The other students didn't know what to think.

More weeks passed, and I was steadily adding new weights to the bar.

I could sense the power inside my body growing. I could feel it.

Right before Christmas break I was walking to class, and from out of nowhere Mr.

Pepperman appeared and gave me a shot in the chest.

I laughed and kept going. He said I could look at myself now. I got home and ran

to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt.

I saw a body, not just the shell that housed my stomach and my heart.

My biceps bulged.

My chest had definition. I felt strong.

It was the first time I can remember having a sense of myself.

I had done something and no one could ever take it away.

You couldn't say s**t to me.

It took me years to fully appreciate the value of the lessons I havelearned from

the Iron.

I used to think that it was my adversary, that I was trying to lift that which does

not want to be lifted.

I waswrong.

When the Iron doesn't want to come off the mat, it's the kindest thing it can do for

you.

If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn't teach you anything.

That's the way the Iron talks to you.

It tells you that the material you work with is that which you will come to

resemble.

That which you work against will always work against you.

It wasn't until my late twenties that I learned that by working out I had given

myself a great gift.

I learned that nothing good comes without work and a certain amount of pain.

When I finish a set that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself.

When something gets bad, I know it can't be as bad as that workout.

I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain is not my

enemy; it is my call to greatness.

But when dealing with the Iron, one must be careful to interpret the pain

correctly.

Most injuries involving the Iron come from ego.

I once spent a few weeks lifting weight that my body wasn't ready for and spent a

few months not picking up anything heavier than a fork.

Try to lift what you're not prepared to and the Iron will teach you a little lesson in

restraint and self-control.

I have never met a truly strong person who didn't have self-respect.

I think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt passes itself off as self-

respect: the idea of raising yourself by stepping on someone's shoulders instead

of doing it yourself. When I see guys working out for cosmetic reasons, I see

vanity exposing them in the worst way, as cartoon characters, billboards for

imbalance and insecurity.

Strength reveals itself through character.

It is the difference between bouncers who get off strong-arming people and

Mr.Pepperman.

Muscle mass does not always equal strength.

Strength is kindness and sensitivity.

Strength is understanding that your power is both physical and emotional.

That it comes from the body and the mind. And the heart.

Yukio Mishima said that he could not entertain the idea of romance if he was not

strong.

Romance is such a strong and overwhelming passion, a weakened body cannot

sustain it for long.

I have some of my most romantic thoughts when I am with the Iron.

Once I was in love with a woman.

I thought about her the most when the pain from a workout was racing through

my body.

Everything in me wanted her.

So much so that sex was only a fraction of my total desire.

It was the single most intense love I have ever felt, but she lived far away and I

didn't see her very often.

Working out was a healthy way of dealing with the loneliness.

To this day, when I work out I usually listen to ballads.

I prefer to work out alone.

It enables me to concentrate on the lessons that the Iron has for me.

Learning about what you're made of is always time well spent, and I have found

no better teacher.

The Iron had taught me how to live.

Life is capable of driving you out of your mind.

The way it all comes down these days, it's some kind of miracle if you're not

insane.

People have become separated from their bodies.

They are no longer whole. I see them move from their offices to their cars and on

to their suburban homes.

They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly.

And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by that which

will eventually give them a massive stroke.

They need the Iron Mind.Through the years, I have combined meditation, action,

and the Iron into a single strength.

I believe that when the body is strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts.

Time spent away from the Iron makes my mind degenerate.

I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my mind.

The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found.

There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength.

Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, it's

impossible to turn back.

The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get

told that you're a god or a total bastard.

The Iron will always kick you the real deal.

The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver.

Always there like a beacon in the pitch black.

I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend.

It never freaks out on me, never runs.

Friends may come and go.

But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.