Then where does the power come from, to see the race to its end? From within.
I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run I feel His pleasure.
Good luck. Don't suppose I'll see you 'til after the race...
I didn't touch it, I swear; it must've been the crack of my wrist!
I am a Cambridge man, first and last. I am an Englishman, first and last. What I have achieved what I intend to achieve is for my family, my university, and my country.
You, Aubrey are my most complete man. You're brave, compassionate, kind: a content man. That is your secret, contentment; I am 24 and I've never known it. I'm forever in pursuit and I don't even know what I am chasing.
And now in one hour's time, I will be out there again. I will raise my eyes and look down that corridor; 4 feet wide, with 10 lonely seconds to justify my existence. But will I?
That was the miscalculation of my life.
He is a strong man but is unsure about his religion.
I've never seen such drive, such devotion in a runner. He runs like a wild animal. He unnerves me.
Mr. Mussabini...I can run fast. With your help I believe I can run even faster. I want that Olympic medal. Now I can see it there. It's waiting for me. But I can't get it on my own.
What do you mean, not out? You could have heard it from bloody Bournemouth! Come on, Liddell, my innings.