#seven

You got to get twenty-seven outs to win. ↗

— Casey Stengel

#got #outs #twenty-seven #win #you

A closing team is so important in the NBA. The last seven minutes is what you are always coaching to get to. Now you have your team set, you have the match-ups you want, you have your time-outs, your chance to finish the game, and that's my job, to get us to that position during the course of the game. ↗

— Doug Collins

#chance #closing #coaching #course #during

I am now seventy, rather glad, really, that I won't live to see the horrors to come in the 21st century. ↗

— Anne Stevenson

#am #century #come #glad #horrors

In recompense, envy may be the subtlest - perhaps I should say the most insidious - of the seven deadly sins. ↗

— Joseph Epstein

#envy #i #insidious #may #most

I would defy people to find a more beautifully developed character than Seven of Nine. ↗

— Jeri Ryan

#character #defy #developed #find #i

Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards. ↗

— George Orwell

#age #eight #expose #feelings #instinctive

Felix,” he whispered. “Oh, little man. Oh, Felix. That fire… the fire is beautiful. ↗

— T.J. Klune

#beauty

I have a head for business and a body for sin. Unfortunately, the sin appears to be gluttony. ↗

— Jenny Colgan

#chick-lit #gluttony #humor #humour #seven-deadly-sins

If she was suggesting she was too wise with the weight of her experience to fall prey to infatuation - well, the disproof was sitting before her in the form of a gray-eyed prince with a thoughtful set to his mouth that she found quite distracting.”Fire, Kristin Cashore “If she was suggesting she was too wise with the weight of her experience to fall prey to infatuation - well, the disproof was sitting before her in the form of a gray-eyed prince with a thoughtful set to his mouth that she found quite distracting. ↗

— Kristen Cashore

#kristin-cashore #seven-kingdoms #experience

She shook her head. “No, Jonas.” “ ‘No, Jonas’ is all you ever say,” he responded with a hint of savagery. He knew he was unfair, but he was just so damned miserable. Her smile wavered into a warmth that calmed his anger. “Not always.” He shut his eyes as the memory of wild nights overpowered him. Good God, at this rate, he’d be bawling like a motherless calf. ↗

— Anna Campbell

#jonas #seven-nights #sidonie #anger