Related Quotes
maybe mike mitchell player productive replace somewhat talented though trying
We were trying to replace some very talented kids. He was trying to replace the player of the year, which is never easy. Maybe our expectations were not what they should have been. I think he had a productive year, even though it was somewhat inconsistent to Mike Mitchell and Gavin Hoffman. Al Bagnoli
maybe product reading software vet
The reading process, and being concise, is just as important. To really vet the content, a software product was just not going to do it alone. Maybe a combination of things is the answer. Paul Moore
maybe
Maybe it's the hair. Maybe it's the teeth. Maybe it's the intellect. No, it's the hair. Tom Shales
maybe
I prefer to read print books. Maybe I'm just a little old-school. I do read e-books. Sue Monk Kidd
maybe people power sweetness whereas
I think the associations people have with kindness are often things like meekness and sweetness and maybe sickly sweetness; whereas I do think of kindness as a force, as a power. Sharon Salzberg
maybe tough toughest
We know we're in for a tough one, maybe the toughest one all year. Mike Shula
maybe
We know D.J. is out indefinitely and maybe out for the season. Mike Davis
maybe means money
This was not a money issue. Was the money fabulous? No. Was it part of the decision-making process? Absolutely. . . . But by no means was it the only thing involved. In the end, the money was a secondary, maybe even a tertiary consideration. Adam Katz
maybe pennies poor steal
I think I probably have the philosophy of a poor man. You know, like maybe I'd steal the pennies off a dead man's eyes. John Cassavetes
uncles years fiction
IT is mere coincidence that Cooper was born in the year which produced The Power of Sympathy and that when he died Uncle Tom's Cabin was passing through its serial stage, and yet the limits of his life mark almost exactly the first great period of American fiction. Carl Clinton Van Doren
uncles taken people
In Charn [Jadis] had taken no notice of Polly (till the very end) because Digory was the one she wanted to make use of. Now that she had Uncle Andrew, she took no notice of Digory. I expect most witches are like that. They are not interested in things or people unless they can use them; they are terribly practical. C. S. Lewis
uncles believe gold
And therefore, Uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that [Christmas] has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it! Charles Dickens
uncles dark past
They whirled past the dark trees, as feathers would be swept before a hurricane. Houses, gates, churches, hay-stacks, objects of every kind they shot by, with a velocity and noise like roaring waters suddenly let loose. Still the noise of pursuit grew louder, and still my uncle could hear the young lady wildly screaming, "Faster! Faster!" Charles Dickens
uncles mean merry-christmas
Christmas a humbug, uncle!" said Scrooge's nephew. "You don't mean that, I am sure?" "I do," said Scrooge. "Merry Christmas! What right have you to be merry? what reason have you to be merry? You're poor enough. Charles Dickens
uncles brain brass
You can't make a head and brains out of a brass knob with nothing in it. You couldn't do it when your uncle George was living much less when he's dead. Charles Dickens
uncles air gentleman
My uncle, gentlemen, could say nothing; he was so very much astonished The queerest thing of all, was, that although there was such a crowd of persons, and although fresh faces were pouring in, every moment, there was no telling where they came from. They seemed to start up, in some strange manner, from the ground, or the air, and disappear in the same way. Charles Dickens
uncles heart dark
Of all the ruinous and desolate places my uncle had ever beheld, this was the most so. It looked as if it had once been a large house of entertainment; but the roof had fallen in, in many places, and the stairs were steep, rugged, and broken. There was a huge fire-place in the room into which they walked, and the chimney was blackened with smoke; but no warm blaze lighted it up now. The white feathery dust of burnt wood was still strewed over the hearth, but the stove was cold, and all was dark and gloomy. Charles Dickens
uncles lying done
When I was young, an eccentric uncle decided to teach me how to lie. Not, he explained, because he wanted me to lie, but because he thought I should know how it's done so I would recognise when I was being lied to. Brian Eno