Yuichiro Miura famous quotes

I never imagined I could make it to the top of Mount Everest at age 80. This is the world's best feeling, although I'm totally exhausted. Even at 80, I can still do quite well.
-- Yuichiro Miura

#Feelings #Age #World

If you wish strongly, have courage and endurance, then you can get to the summit of your dream,
-- Yuichiro Miura

#Dream #Endurance #Wish

After retiring, I was a little bored with nothing to do and got fat. I thought, if a 60-year-old metabolic fat man, after five years, can get to Mount Everest, that would be very exciting.
-- Yuichiro Miura

#Men #Years #Bored

I want to ski down Mount Cho Oyu in the Himalayas when I am 85, descending from a height of 8,201 meters.
-- Yuichiro Miura

#Want #Height #Descending

Just keep challenging yourself. I think that's a great thing.
-- Yuichiro Miura

#Thinking #Challenges #Challenge Yourself

On Tuesday, when it hails and snows, The feeling on me grows and grows That hardly anybody knows If those are these or these are those.

Oh, Eeyore, you are wet!” said Piglet, feeling him. Eeyore shook himself, and asked somebody to explain to Piglet what happened when you had been inside a river for quite a long time.

God is not looking for extraordinary characters as His instruments, but He is looking for humble instruments through whom He can be honored throughout the ages.

The greatest problem about old age is the fear that it may go on too long.

Music knows no barrier of age or culture. It isn’t about being politically correct or even making a statement. Music is what appeals to the ears and touches your soul.

I do not believe that there are any such things as gods and goddesses, for exactly the same reasons as I do not believe there are fairies, goblins or sprites, and these reasons should be obvious to anyone over the age of ten.

[What she told herself before interviews:] I am the way I am; I look the way I look; I am my age.

It's true, some wine improves with age. But only if the grapes were good in the first place.

Priests might divide the world into good and bad. In battle there was strong and weak and nothing else.

Let me tell you, though: being the smartest boy in the world wasn’t easy. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want this. On the contrary, it was a huge burden. First, there was the task of keeping my brain perfectly protected. My cerebral cortex was a national treasure, a masterpiece of the Sistine Chapel of brains. This was not something that could be treated frivolously. If I could have locked it in a safe, I would have. Instead, I became obsessed with brain damage.