#throw

When I throw a ground ball, I expect it to be an out, maybe two. ↗

— Warren Spahn

#expect #ground #i #maybe #out

You don't paddle against the current, you paddle with it. And if you get good at it, you throw away the oars. ↗

— Kris Kristofferson

#away #current #get #good #paddle

He is ready, if the occasion presents itself, to throw the whole English population in the St. Lawrence. ↗

— Wilfrid Laurier

#itself #lawrence #occasion #population #presents

How little the public realizes what a girl must go through before she finally appears before the spotlight that is thrown upon the stage. ↗

— Florenz Ziegfeld

#before #finally #girl #go #how

Swing hard, in case they throw the ball where you're swinging. ↗

— Duke Snider

#case #hard #swing #swinging #throw

Pics or it didn't happen." "Dude, little busy for pics. You know, throwing flame. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#black-dawn #flame-throwers #michael-glass #shane-collins #business

I grew up listening to Queen. They were no stranger to throwing in the unexpected and something a little more dramatic. ↗

— Carrie Underwood

#grew #i #listening #little #more

I am not interested in picking up crumbs of compassion thrown from the table of someone who considers himself my master. I want the full menu of rights. ↗

— Desmond Tutu

#compassion #considers #crumbs #full #himself

The following ten throws went a variety of places. I never hit the target, but I was getting closer. Isabella was laughing so hard she wrote "Please stop can't breathe" in the dirt with her finger. ↗

— Jim Benton

#funny #laugh #miss #target #throw

The creature was very young. He was alone in a dread universe. I crept on my knees and crouched beside him. It was a small fox pup from a den under the timbers who looked up at me. God knows what had become of his brothers and sisters. His parents must not have been home from hunting. He innocently selected what I think was a chicken bone from an untidy pile of splintered rubbish and shook it at me invitingly... the universe was swinging in some fantastic fashion around to present its face and the face was so small that the universe itself was laughing. It was not a time for human dignity. It was a time only for the careful observance of amenities written behind the stars. Gravely I arranged my forepaws while the puppy whimpered with ill-concealed excitement. I drew the breath of a fox's den into my nostrils. On impulse, I picked up clumsily a whiter bone and shook it in teeth that had not entirely forgotten their original purpose. Round and round we tumbled and for just one ecstatic moment I held the universe at bay by the simple expedient of sitting on my haunches before a fox den and tumbling about with a chicken bone. It is the gravest, most meaningful act I shall ever accomplish, but, as Thoreau once remarked of some peculiar errand of his own, there is no use reporting it to the Royal Society. ↗

— Loren Eiseley "The Star Thrower"

#loren-eiseley #the-star-thrower #home