#babe

I was warmed by the sun, rocked by the winds and sheltered by the trees as other Indian babes. I was living peaceably when people began to speak bad of me. Now I can eat well, sleep well and be glad. I can go everywhere with a good feeling. ↗

— Geronimo

#bad #began #eat #everywhere #feeling

No one hit home runs the way Babe did. They were something special. They were like homing pigeons. The ball would leave the bat, pause briefly, suddenly gain its bearings, then take off for the stands. ↗

— Lefty Gomez

#ball #bat #bearings #briefly #did

I don't want to be Babe Ruth. He was a great ballplayer. I'm not trying to replace him. The record is there and damn right I want to break it, but that isn't replacing Babe Ruth. ↗

— Roger Maris

#babe ruth #ballplayer #break #damn #great

Why shouldn't we pitch to Babe Ruth? We pitch to better hitters in the National League. ↗

— John McGraw

#babe ruth #better #hitters #league #national

As a system of philosophy it is not like the Tower of Babel, so daring its high aim as to seek a shelter against God's anger; but it is like a pyramid poised on its apex. ↗

— Adam Sedgwick

#aim #anger #apex #babel #daring

The whole sex symbol or babe thing doesn't bother me. ↗

— Jeri Ryan

#bother #me #sex #sex symbol #symbol

She goes through the vale of death alone, each time a babe is born. As it is the right neither of man nor the state to coerce her into this ordeal, so it is her right to decide whether she will endure it. ↗

— Margaret Sanger

#babe #born #coerce #death #decide

I know the truth now. You've figured out I'm falling in love with you and you're trying to make me stop by hurting me this way. Well it won't work. One way or another, I'm going to make you care about me. Yes, I am, unless your cold attitude kills me first. It's only fair, Connor. If I'm going to be miserable, by God, so are you. I am not a common wench and I will not be treated like one. ↗

— Julie Garwood

#historical-romance #love #realization #you-and-me-babe #attitude

Who are you?” Her eyes snapped open, and her voice held a hysterical edge. “Do I even know who you are?” He stepped over Walker’s battered corpse and grabbed her by the shoulders, leaned down so that his no-doubt foul breath washed over her face. “I am your husband, my lady.” She turned her face away from him. He shook her. “The one you promised to obey always.” “Simon—” “The one you said you’d cleave to, forsaking all others.” “I—” “The one you make love to at night.” “I don’t know if I can live with you anymore.” The words were a whisper, but they rang in his head like a death knell. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#lucy #simondababe #the-serpent-prince #death

Will we ever see his like again? It is doubtful. But at least for a brief moment in time we were lucky to have him as one of our own: an English lionheart who was the terror of the continent, who earned the love and respect of everyone who had the privilege to see him in action and above all was a thoroughly decent hero of whom we can be proud. Rest in peace 'Big Dunc'. Your feats will echo in eternity. ↗

— James Leighton

#busby-babes #duncan-edwards #football #manchester-united #sports