#seb

A ballplayer spends a good piece of his life gripping a baseball, and in the end it turns out that it was the other way around all the time. ↗

— Jim Bouton

#life #life

I do what I've trained my whole life to do. I watch the ball. I keep my eye on the ball. I never stop watching. I watch it as it sails past me and lands in the catcher's mitt, a perfect and glorious strike three. ↗

— Barry Lyga

#life

I suppose now I'm obliged to wish you happiness in your new life. Although happiness in the absence of indoor plumbing is a debatable concept. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#life

I don’t know how long we talked about that game the first time my dad showed me the ticket stub. He admitted he hadn’t even been sure that he still had it, that he was surprised when he’d been able to find it. But we’ve spent hours and hours and hours talking about it since. And it’s pretty amazing, because that ticket stub sat in a box for two decades—once it let my dad into a stadium to see a baseball game, and then later, it let me into my dad’s world, into his past, to learn about the man who taught me to love a game so passionately that it shaped nearly every aspect of my life. ↗

— Tucker Elliot

#baseball-trivia #cleveland-indians #major-league-baseball #trivia #life

She felt that she enjoyed it [horseback riding] in a pagan, sensuous way, and always looked forward to renouncing it. ↗

— George Eliot

#life

There is something special about baseball that goes far deeper than being a game. It is the father-son relationship that is built, the life lessons that are taught in the process of playing a game and the ability to overcome not succeeding all of the time and still considering yourself a success. ↗

— John Passaro

#father-son-relationship #life-lessons #life

What did dead mean, Ray wondered. It meant lost, it meant frozen, it meant gone. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#the-lovely-bones #love

I've always loved baseball. Ever since 6th grade, I was geared to becoming a baseball writer. ↗

— Scott Miller

#love

You've already danced with him," Louisa said. Annabel nodded. "I know." "People will talk." Annabel turned and blinked, trying to set her cousin's face into focus. "People are already talking," she said. Louisa opened her mouth as if she planned to say more, but then she just smiled. "Annabel Winslow," she said softly, "I do believe you are falling in love." That snapped Annabel right out of her daze. "I'm not." "Oh, you are." "I hardly know him." "Apparently you know enough. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#bevelstoke #julia-quinn #sebastian-grey #ten-things-i-love-about-you #love

I think your eyes might be the exact same color as mine," she said wonderingly. "What fine gray-eyed babies we shall have," he said, before he thought the better of it. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#bevelstoke #julia-quinn #sebastian-grey #ten-things-i-love-about-you #love