#quarter

I know how important it is to have your quarterback standing upright. Matter of fact, I know how important it is not to allow someone hit on him period because I want him to think that this pocket is completely safe, no one is going to get to me and I got all the time in the world to make whatever decisions I need to make. ↗

— Emmitt Smith

#because #completely #decisions #fact #get

Whether you're a quarterback and you just threw a pick, or you're a corner and you just got beat for a touchdown, you've got to have a short-term memory, shake it off and play the next play. ↗

— Steve Mariucci

#corner #got #just #memory #next

That Bears quarterback is no good. He's washed up. He's 30. ↗

— Donny Most

#good #quarterback #up #washed

Somewhere along the line, between the idealisms of youth and the realities of adulthood, we become pacified by our jobs; we tolerate how we hurt the world so that we can sustain our lives. At some point, blurred in the past, we traded the greater good for ourselves. ↗

— Richard Beckham II

#quarter-life-crisis #life

One of the reasons I loved playing quarterback was that I got to call the plays. The cancer put me in a position where I really wasn't in control anymore. ↗

— Len Dawson

#call #cancer #control #got #i

I can't compare quarterbacks as apples and oranges in my mind because everybody's in a different system. ↗

— John Elway

#because #compare #different #everybody #i

I had spent many years before I was 31 hearing people tell me, Oh Man, you're so funny, you need to be in television. But that and a quarter won't get you on a bus. ↗

— Chi McBride

#bus #funny #get #had #hearing

It's important for us, if we're going to be a good team, to be a good defensive team in the fourth quarter. ↗

— Steve Nash

#fourth #going #good #important #quarter

Never Googled myself. I use a computer for market quotes and news, but I've never Googled myself. But I have visited their headquarters. ↗

— T. Boone Pickens

#headquarters #i #market #myself #never

Louisiana in September was like an obscene phone call from nature. The air--moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh--felt as if it were being exhaled into one's face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing. Honeysuckle, swamp flowers, magnolia, and the mystery smell of the river scented the atmosphere, amplifying the intrusion of organic sleaze. It was aphrodisiac and repressive, soft and violent at the same time. In New Orleans, in the French Quarter, miles from the barking lungs of alligators, the air maintained this quality of breath, although here it acquired a tinge of metallic halitosis, due to fumes expelled by tourist buses, trucks delivering Dixie beer, and, on Decatur Street, a mass-transit motor coach named Desire. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#decatur #dixie-beer #french-quarter #honeysuckle #louisiana