#layers

There are so many great players on the men's - and women's - side. Hopefully I can keep improving and eventually play in the Masters. ↗

— Michelle Wie

#great #hopefully #i #i can #improving

Young players are starting to come up as well and they will see me as one of the older, experienced ones. ↗

— Caroline Wozniacki

#experienced #me #older #ones #players

The 50 greatest players don't matter when you're in the Hall of Fame. We all know that I was not one of the 50 greatest, I was one of the 25 greatest - in my mind. ↗

— Dominique Wilkins

#greatest #hall #i #know #matter

These players are prima donnas. They need to educate themselves so they don't make such stupid remarks. ↗

— Richard Williams

#educate #make #need #players #prima

I was also lucky to play for an owner, Bud Selig, who truly cared about his players. He'd call me into his office once in a while when he knew things weren't going so well. And it's funny. Every time I left there I always felt like something good was about to happen. ↗

— Robin Yount

#also #always #bud #call #cared

The world depends on fungi, because they are major players in the cycling of materials and energy around the world. ↗

— E. O. Wilson

#because #cycling #depends #energy #major

I talked to the players and tried to make them aware of what was good and bad, but I didn't try to run their lives. ↗

— John Wooden

#bad #good #good and bad #i #lives

Players like to know that they've discovered things that even the designers didn't know were in the game. ↗

— Will Wright

#discovered #even #game #know #like

I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before I can gather strength to proceed on my journey, I see the milestones dwindling toward the horizon and the slow fires trailing from the abandoned camp-sites, over which the scavenger angels wheel on heavy wings. Oh, I have made myself a tribe out of my true affections, and my tribe is scattered! How shall the heart be reconciled to its feast of losses? In a rising wind, the manic dust of my friends, those who fell along the way, bitterly stings my face. Yet I turn. I turn, exulting somewhat, with my will intact to go wherever I need to go, and every stone on the road precious to me. In my darkest night, when the moon was covered and I roamed through the wreckage, a nimbus-clouded voice directed me: -Live in the layers, not on the litter- Though I lack the art to decipher it, no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written. I am not done with my changes. ↗

— Stanley Kunitz

#changes #conection #connectedness #dream #life

I don't have ideas so much as there are things which constantly evolve... there are various threads or layers, if you like, which change. ↗

— Harrison Birtwistle

#constantly #evolve #i #ideas #layers