#win

We've got to get our fans back. We've got to start winning and get our fans excited about the 76ers again... We're selling hope. This is about hope. We have hope that we have a chance to be good. ↗

— Doug Collins

#again #back #chance #excited #fans

Viewed from a distance, or through the eye of the All-Knowing CEO of the Universe, the crash of 2008 followed the usual pattern. A long-lived boom driven by cheap credit, going back as far as 1982 (though subject to interruptions in the mid-1980s and 1990s, and in 2001), came to grief because of a rise in the cost of borrowing money. ↗

— James Buchan

#back #because #boom #borrowing #came

Backstage, I get sleepy, and want to curl up and snooze. I never get nervous, whatever the event. I feel quite detached until I walk on stage, and then some gear inside me clicks and off I go like a wind up doll. ↗

— Pete Townshend

#clicks #curl #detached #doll #event

We must also win really sufficient and, above all, practical, guarantees for the freedom of the seas and for the further fulfilment of our economic and political tasks throughout the world. ↗

— Bernhard von Bulow

#also #economic #freedom #fulfilment #further

When I came to New York and I opened the window of the thirty-fifth-floor apartment, there's light pollution and fog, and I couldn't see my star. So I drew it on my wrist with a pen, but it kept washing away. Then I went to a tattoo parlor on Second Avenue and had it done. ↗

— Gisele Bundchen

#avenue #away #came #done #drew

I was going to buy a van and move to LA so I could secretly pursue acting without any of my friends knowing. ↗

— Steve Buscemi

#any #buy #could #friends #going

You have a wine tasting of different years, and we're sort of doing that with our music, giving them a taste of what Journey used to be like. ↗

— Jonathan Cain

#doing #giving #journey #like #music

Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; to every day we live, a day we die. ↗

— Thomas Campion

#die #ever #every #every day #fatal

Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone; He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be! ↗

— William Cartwright

#flatter #gone #hang #how #joy

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. ↗

— Willa Cather

#hangs #lies #long #old #shabby