Balls Quotes - Page 20

I have a tendency, especially when I'm playing with great players, to try and get them the ball.

I never realized that batting a little ball around could cause so much commotion. I now know how (Charles) Lindbergh must have felt when he returned from St. Louis.

It's never good to fall in love with someone whom you'd have to stab in the eyeballs to elicit a response.

This is my moment, this is my chance to make a difference, and you know, I just went for the ball, I attacked it, and I went and got it, ... I was gonna catch that ball, regardless of what happens.

I feel it's the conscious mind that messes things up. The conscious mind is constantly telling you, this might happen or that might happen, even before it has happened. Your conscious mind tells you the next ball might be a out-swinger, but when it's coming at you you realize it's an in-swinger... so literally, you've played two balls.

When I moved to L.A., I was penniless, absolutely beyond broke and in debt up to my eyeballs.

I love it when receivers catch the balls with their hands.

Someone in the England team will have to grab the ball by the horns.

I always tried to hit the ball back through the box because that is the largest unprotected area.

I was pitching on all adrenaline and challenging them. I was throwing the ball right down the heart of the plate.

Maybe if I'd not been able to kick a ball it would have been different, but I doubt it because all my mates are decent blokes now, just normal fellas with families.

They have so fundamentally flawed techniques it's ridiculous. They shoot the ball flat. They all stand upright, there's just so many things they do incorrectly.

Some golfers blast their ball from traps, With one adroit explosion, But others, out in ten perhaps, Depend upon erosion.

You can't win without the ball.

I am become a transparent eyeball.

As you keep shooting the ball, you become a better basketball player.

There's always one shot that I can rely on when I'm not hitting the ball that well, is my serve.

As I was in the air, the ball took a bad hop and caromed behind me, but I was able to catch it with my bare hand. I hit the ground, bounced back up, and threw Burroughs out at first.

If one official signals Falcons ball and Seahawks quarterback Russell Wilson signals Seahawks ball, is it a jump ball?

It is astonishing to realize that until Galileo performed his experiments on the acceleration of gravity in the early seventeenth century, nobody questioned Aristotle's falling balls. Nobody said, Show Me!

The ball whizzes past like a bumblebee and the Indians are in the sea.

We have a potentially volatile situation but we sort of live with it, and we kick the ball down the field and hope that ultimately, somehow, something will happen and resolve it.

I hereby certify that the bearer of this note, Nikolai Ivanovich, spent the night in question at Satan's ball, having been lured there in a transportational capacity... Hella, put in parentheses! And write 'hog.' Signed- Behemoth.

When I get the ball, for some reason I see holes. I'm not really sure how.

I can't play any more. I can't hit the ball when I need to. I can't steal second when I need to. I can't go from first to third when I need to. I can't score from second when I need to. I have to quit.