A Quote by Jenifer Lewis

The elevator to success is broken, take the stairs. — © Jenifer Lewis
The elevator to success is broken, take the stairs.
There is no elevator to success, you have to take the stairs.
The elevator to success is out of order, but the stairs are always open.
The elevator to success is out of order. You'll have to use the stairs... one step at a time.
Life tells you to take the elevator, but love tells you to take the stairs.
I'll take the stairs instead of the elevator, or when I'm on a phone call, I'll do squats or pace the room when I'm talking. We're modern women! We have to figure out how to make it work, right?
When I go to my health club, and it's in the basement, you have to take the elevator down. And this drives me crazy. Why can't there be a stairway? At least make it as easy to exercise as it is to not exercise. It's in society's interest for me to take the stairs.
Now, finally has the elevator arrived. The stairs was about to become a personal inferno.
Walking is a great way to exercise, and we can find ways to take additional steps each day by parking a car farther away from a destination, climbing stairs instead of taking the elevator or escalator, and walking during occasional breaks from sitting at a desk.
I've been pushed down many flights of stairs in my time, but I always manage to find an elevator
God didn't design an elevator for me. It's great because I'm climbing stairs and learning with every step.
Success is not an accident. It is sheer hard work. There is no short-cuts. You have to take the stairs and you have to start from the bottom.
A few push-ups during breaks at work, walking to the grocery store, and opting to use the stairs instead of the elevator are all great ways to exercise.
I took the stairs and felt like my childhood took the elevator.
If I have to move up in a building, I choose the elevator over the escalator. Because one time I was riding the escalator and I tripped. I fell down the stairs for an hour and a half.
When you buy a new pair of heels, walk up and down the stairs 10 times. Stairs are the most difficult thing, so if you can do stairs, then you can do everything else.
With my sister perched on my arm, I walked to the elevator. A business man with a rolling suitcase was waiting by the doors. His eyes widened as he saw me. I must’ve looked pretty strange—a tall black kid in dirty, ragged Egyptian clothes, with a weird box tucked under one arm and a bird of prey perched on the other. “How’s it going?” I said. “I’ll take the stairs.” He hurried off.
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