#jump

Challenge yourself, jump off the deep end and learn to swim. ↗

— Carson Kressley

#deep #deep end #end #jump #learn

No animal should ever jump up on the dining-room furniture unless absolutely certain that he can hold his own in the conversation. ↗

— Fran Lebowitz

#animal #certain #conversation #ever #furniture

If you think, 'I'm jumping out of a plane at 30,000 feet!' you're not going to do it. But if you just jump out, then you'll have an interesting ride. ↗

— Luke Treadaway

#going #i #interesting #jump #jumping

In making the jump from a local program to the showcase of a coast-to-coast broadcast, Ted Yates and I were determined to maintain the candid, sometimes combative style we'd introduced on 'Night Beat.' But that proved easier said than done. ↗

— Mike Wallace

#broadcast #candid #combative #determined #done

Sometimes I want to clean up my desk and go out and say, respect me, I'm a respectable grown-up, and other times I just want to jump into a paper bag and shake and bake myself to death. ↗

— Wendy Wasserstein

#bake #clean #clean up #death #desk

If no one wants to jump into a Kim Weston and drive it down the street. That's fine with me I don't care. I know my work is good and I know it's serious work. ↗

— Kim Weston

#down #drive #fine #good #i

I think it turned the whole sport around. It got everybody's attention. People who were watching TV live were jumping up and down in their living rooms. ↗

— Cale Yarborough

#attention #down #everybody #got #i

Sure enough, it wasn't long until I got a call, telling me I had a scholarship there. It was the only scholarship offer I had and, believe me, I jumped at it. ↗

— Jack Youngblood

#call #enough #got #had #i

I'd thought about this for a long time. "That bank loses that much money in bad loans every  month. They make that much money in interest every day. They're a big bank. The money I  took was small change to them. No depositor was hurt." She shook her head. "I still can't approve of it. I don't think it's right." I felt my face go remote, still. I crossed my arms and felt cold. She spread her hands. "It doesn't change the fact that I still love you. I've missed you terribly.  I've missed your phone calls, and I've missed your body in bed next to me. I don't know what  to do about this. My loving you goes way beyond my disapproval of your theft." I uncrossed my arms and reached across the table for her. She leaned forward and we kissed  until the candle burned a hole in my shirt. Then we laughed and I held an ice cube to the  burn and the food came and everything was all right. ↗

— Steven Gould

#change

She brought the tea into the living room on a lacquered tray. The pot and cups were Japanese with unglazed rims. She poured. "Thanks," I said. "Well?" "Huh?" "Your family," she reminded. I sipped the tea. "This is really good. Really delicious." She raised her eyebrows. "That's what I thought. You're a good listener, Davy, and you can change the subject on a dime. You've hardly talked about yourself at all." "I talk... too much." "You talk about books, you talk about plays, you talk about movies, you talk about places, you talk about food, you talk about current events. You don't talk about yourself." I opened my mouth, then shut it again. I hadn't really thought about it. Sure, I didn't talk  about the jumping, but the rest? "Well, there's not much to say. Not like those stories of growing up with four brothers." She smiled. "It's not going to work. If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. But I'm not going to be distracted again, nor fooled into talking about those idiots again." She poured more tea into my cup. I frowned. "Do I really do that?" "What? Not talk about yourself? Yes." "No, try and distract you." She stared at me. "You are fucking amazing. I've never seen someone so good at changing the subject." "I don't do it on purpose." She laughed.  ↗

— Steven Gould

#change