#strikes

Hey, I was lucky twice. I know it's three strikes and you're out. I don't think of myself as being invincible anymore. ↗

— Curtis Sliwa

#being #hey #i #invincible #know

It is the eve of St. George's Day. Do you not know that tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway? ↗

— Bram Stoker

#day #eve #evil #full #george

But we can hold our spirits and our bodies so pure and high, we may cherish such thoughts and such ideals, and dream such dreams of lofty purpose, that we can determine and know what manner of men we will be, whenever and wherever the hour strikes and calls to noble action. ↗

— Joshua Chamberlain

#bodies #calls #cherish #determine #dream

Curran grinned and my heart made a little jump. I didn’t expect that. “That’s it? That’s your witty comeback?” “Yep.” Eloquence ’R’ Us. When in trouble, keep it monosyllabic—safer that way. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#witty

He groaned and I saw his face. "Curran!" I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait... ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#kate #magic-strikes #ilona-andrews

The first thing that strikes a visitor to Paris is a taxi. ↗

— Fred Allen

#first thing #paris #strikes #taxi #the first thing

It strikes me that these days, clubs don't even want players who can truly play any more; they just want athletes, quick guys who don't have a football brain, can just run and run; some of them, Jesus. I can never imagine acting like that. ↗

— Robbie Fowler

#any #athletes #brain #clubs #days

Hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world. This is another thing about the world which is upsidedown: all the friendly and likable people seem dead to me; only the haters seem alive. ↗

— Walker Percy

#alive #another #dead #few #friendly

At first, it's unfamiliar, then it strikes root. ↗

— Fernando Pessoa

#root #strikes #then #unfamiliar

Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray; nay, when it strikes on a kindred heart, like the converged light on a mirror, it reflects itself with redoubled brightness. It is not perfected till it is shared. ↗

— Jane Porter

#brightness #happiness #heart #itself #kindred