Famous Quotes & Sayings

Buck Showalter

When you say 'ever' in our game, that gets your attention. That's remarkable. When everybody is counting on you and watching you to produce and you still do it, that's impressive.

Holly Brown

We're not counting ourselves out. We're right there.

John Lowery

We're not counting on them as saviors or anything else like that,

Phil Garner

We're not counting him out, but this is a day-to-day situation,

Jeb Bush

make suggestions on perhaps new means of counting the votes.

Shannon Sharpe

Short of them telling me there's something seriously wrong, I plan to be out there on Sunday, because I know that my teammates are counting on me to be out there,

Dave Hiatt

She's a great little set shooter with three-point range. She played a little last year, and we're counting on her for some leadership.

Angelina Chilaka

She's a four-year player that we're really counting on to have another solid season.

Jim Myers

Let's face it, we did a great job getting back here. But we lost six seniors and now we're counting on two or three freshmen and a couple of sophomores to step up. And they did a great job for us this year.

Charles Stuart Calverley

Meaning, however, is no great matter.

Charles Stross

Can I remember "I remember lots," I say. How much of what I remember is true is another matter.

Akshay Kumar

Work is work, but family is for life. That's what really matters to me.

Frank Stronach

We want to show the world that no matter where you're born, no matter how poor you are, that you can succeed in life.

Chris Colfer

There's no solution to life, there's going to be problems no matter what.

Chris Bosh

I wouldn't like to make anybody cry, I don't dislike anybody. It doesn't even matter - the opponent is always faceless.

Darren Shan

But in life we don't usually get to choose the time of our defining moments. We just have to stand and face them when they come, no matter what sort of a state we're in.

David Mitchell

- This isn't an interrogation or a trail. Your version of the truth is the only thing that matters. -Truth is singular. It's 'versions' are mistruths.

Dave Barry

What I need is a search engine that, no matter what I type in, comes back with GO BACK TO WORK.

Charles Dickens

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own.

Charles Caleb Colton

We cannot think too highly of our nature, nor too humbly of ourselves.

Charles Dickens

If Natur has gifted a man with powers of argeyment, a man has a right to make the best of 'em, and has not a right to stand on false delicacy, and deny that he is so gifted; for that is a turning of his back on Natur, a flouting of her, a slighting of her precious caskets, and a proving of one's self to be a swine that isn't worth her scattering pearls before.

Charles Dickens

When the moon shines very brilliantly, a solitude and stillness seem to proceed from her that influence even crowded places full of life.

Charles Dickens

The earth covered with a sable pall as for the burial of yesterday; the clumps of dark trees, its giant plumes of funeral feathers, waving sadly to and fro: all hushed, all noiseless, and in deep repose, save the swift clouds that skim across the moon, and the cautious wind, as, creeping after them upon the ground, it stops to listen, and goes rustling on, and stops again, and follows, like a savage on the trail.

Charles Dickens

A moment, and its glory was no more. The sun went down beneath the long dark lines of hill and cloud which piled up in the west an airy city, wall heaped on wall, and battlement on battlement; the light was all withdrawn; the shining church turned cold and dark; the stream forgot to smile; the birds were silent; and the gloom of winter dwelt on everything.

Charles Dickens

It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered his schoolroom windows on the Thursday, still lingered in the air, and was falling white, while the wind blew black.

Charles Dickens

The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.

Charles Dickens

Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and the Virginia creeper on the Cathedral wall has showered half its deep-red leaves down on the pavement. There has been rain this afternoon, and a wintry shudder goes among the little pools on the cracked, uneven flag-stones, and through the giant elm-trees as they shed a gust of tears.