Circuit training consists of doing resistant movements combined with an aerobic activity (jogging in place, jump rope, jumping jacks, etc.).
We're all driven to premieres or nightclubs and seen the rope separating those who can enter and those who can't. Well, there's also velvet rope we have inside of us, keeping others from knowing our feelings.
I hate working out, but I love jumping rope. Theres a rhythm. It's like dancing.
What relationship could exist between the lives of the fools and healthy rabble who were well, who slept well, who performed the sexual act well, who had never felt the wings of death on their face every moment - what relationship could exist between them and one like me who has arrived at the end of his rope and who knows that he will pass away gradually and tragically?
Life is either always a tight-rope or a featherbed. Give me a tight-rope.
It is only when our fate hangs in the balance, when our very life depends on something, that we see whether or not we trust that the rope to which we are clinging will support us. If we do not, then we let of of the ledge and swing on it with our full weight.
The greatest blunders, like the thickest ropes, are often compounded of a multitude of strands. Take the rope apart, separate it into the small threads that compose it, and you can break them one by one. You think, That is all there was! But twist them all together and you have something tremendous.
All I had to do was go out and perform. One of the hardest things was doing those back flips, where you had to jump up and land on the top rope. It's precision movement.
You might be a redneck if you have a color coordinating rope that ties down your car hood.
I go to pick up a girl in a bar. I say will you go home with me? She says I don't know, do you have cable? I say no, but the rope should work just fine.
My sex life is like shooting pool with a rope!
What use is it to endure the Dutch Rubs and Indian Rope Burns that are politics if you can't obtain mastery over people and give them noogies back?
I keep my enemies close/ I give 'em enough rope/ They put themselves in the air/ I just kick away the chair.
I never had any desire to get a tattoo. If I was ever going to get one, I would get a plain anchor with a rope around it, the most unimaginative possible tattoo, like Popeye had.
With acting it's your neck up there in the end. And if you think the director can't help you it's one thing. But if you feel they're reining you in when they need to be giving you some rope, or vice versa, then I just don't tolerate that.
There are three kinda men in the world. There's men that own rope, men that use eye creme, and that dude from Nickleback.
When it comes to hang the capitalists they will compete with each other to sell us the rope at a lower price.
Had an audition for a pilot today, but realized I could save gas and help the environment by pissing up a rope here at home!
The last capitalist we hang shall be the one who sold us the rope.
For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.
Prayer is the rope that pulls God and man together. But, it doesn't pull God down to us: It pulls us up to Him.
Works? Works? A man get to heaven by works? I would as soon think of climbing to the moon on a rope of sand!
A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free.
Saints and ordinary folks are the same from the start. Inquiring about a difference is like asking to borrow string when you've got a good strong rope. Every Dharma is known in the heart.
What! Get to heaven on your own strength? Why, you might as well try to climb to the moon on a rope of sand!
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