Look, girls. It is important to all of us that we win this game, right? Well, when it comes to athletics, boys are simply better suited than girls. It’s a fact of nature that no one can change. I’m sorry, but maybe you can play next time when it’s less crucial. Francine Pascal
Running isn't a sport for pretty boys.. It's about the sweat in your hair and the blisters on your feet. Its the frozen spit on your chin and the nausea in your gut. It's about throbbing calves and cramps at midnight that are strong enough...
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Paul Maurer
Many people say I'm the best women's soccer player in the world. I don't think so. And because of that, someday I just might be.
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Mia Hamm
With a hint of good judgment, to fear nothing, not failure or suffering or even death, indicates that you value life the most. You live to the extreme; you push limits; you spend your time building legacies. Those do not die.
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Criss Jami
The problem with winter sports is that -- follow me closely here -- they generally take place in winter.
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Dave Barry
The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.
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John Bingham
More Quotes By Francine Pascal
It's so trendy, almost bleeding to death. All the cool girls are doing it.
He slowed down a bit more. "Gaia, how do you know these things?" She shrugged. "I'm smart." "And modest, too." "Modesty is a waste of time, " she pronounced. "I'll keep that in mind.
Elizabeth scowled, feeling like a nobody, a nothing. She felt like her entire self had been made worthless. She could change her interests, but she couldn’t change her looks. She’d never be six feet tall. She’d never look like a supermodel.
He saw her right after the seventh-period bell rang. She seemed dressed for the sole purpose of blending in with the lockers, but she stood out, anyway. It didn’t matter that her wide blue eyes were narrowed or that her pretty mouth was twisted into...
She walked away without bothering to look further. She knew he’d be fine. Her specialty was subduing without causing any real damage. He’d lie there for a few minutes. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>He’d be sore, maybe bruised tomorrow. He’d brush the cobwebs off his imagination to...
