#winning

I have played on many teams throughout my career, and I know when a team has the tools, and the right positive attitude towards winning. ↗

— Boomer Esiason

#career #i #know #many #played

I love the Cowboys in the early 90s. That was their heyday, winning all those Super bowls. Troy Aikman was a person I looked up to. ↗

— Drew Brees

#cowboys #early #heyday #i #i love

Boys, baseball is a game where you gotta have fun. You do that by winning. ↗

— Dave Bristol

#fun #game #gotta #have fun #where

In real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game. ↗

— Anita Brookner

#around #busy #case #contention #every

Winning may not be everything, but losing has little to recommend it. ↗

— Dianne Feinstein

#little #losing #may #recommend #winning

We won the European Championship last September and now the world title. That is some year for French beach soccer! Now comes the hard part. We have to keep improving and that's difficult because it's tough to do better than winning a world title. ↗

— Eric Cantona

#because #better #championship #comes #difficult

American officials have bent over backwards to show how sensitive they are to Muslim culture. It didn't seem very effective. They seem to be worried about winning the respect of other people. ↗

— Tucker Carlson

#american #backwards #bent #culture #effective

When you are winning a war almost everything that happens can be claimed to be right and wise. ↗

— Winston Churchill

#claimed #everything #happens #right #war

I am not a killer. I just win - Thoroughly - After all, winning isn't everything but wanting to win is. ↗

— Ziad K. Abdelnour

#winning #age

He watched the newly arrived commuters as they stepped into the carriage, pushed their way down the tube, the odours from their damp clothes mingling, giving off varying degrees of mustiness: London grime, or smoke from airless offices. A woman wearing a blue swing coat glanced along the carriage, casting around for an empty seat. Her pale skin, the searching green eyes, reminded him of Emma. Briefly, he felt his breath catch; he stood, clambered back over his neighbour and indicated for her to take his seat. And so his mind stayed with Emma when he knew he should be working out a strategy for telling Dorothy of his news. But Emma was never far away; like the glitter balls in dance halls, she would slowly rotate in his memory, different facets reappearing, as the hues changed in her auburn hair. ↗

— Amanda Sington-Williams

#historical-fiction #romance #women-s #change