Quotes About Rocked

Penny Hardaway has a decided style advantage over other players because he rocked one of the crispiest jerseys in NBA history.

You never want to be in a defensive mode or have a defensive mindset. You always want to know that you're in control as the pitcher, you make him get hits, you're never passive, always aggressive. If I get beat, I want it to be because I got rocked, got hit hard, never because I walked a couple of guys and before you know it.

The boat rocked perilously as they heaved and tore at the clinging weeds, razor-sharp and strong as grave-bands.

Bicky rocked, like a jelly in a high wind.

A draft she hadn't noticed before swirled around her. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Pulling her legs beneath her, she rocked slowly to her feet. Then turned. Hunter stood inside the closed door, the fabric of his cassimere suit outlining his broad shoulders, trim waist, and muscular legs. He leaned with one shoulder against the wall and one ankle crossed in front of the other, showcasing his armadillo boots. He gave her a wicked grin. "Goin' somewhere?

If you lower the ambient noise of your life and listen expectantly for those whispers of God, your ears will hear them. And when you follow their lead, your world will be rocked.

I had a two-hour VHS tape of Sakuraba and all his crazy stuff. He was doing crazy double flying chops with both hands and undressing the Gracie family one shoulder at a time, and probably my favorite fight of all time was when he fought in Heroes and was rocked and kind of out of it, and they stopped him and kind of shook him in bounds.

For me, a spiritual and existential crisis is the same thing in that your foundation gets rocked.

Time, that aged nurse, Rocked me to patience.

A cluster of ships rocked and tugged at anchor in the bay, sheltered somewhat by a reef.

Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

I'm a huge fan of actors, and I love when people find moments and a scene works. There's nothing more that I love than to go over to another actor and say, 'Yeah! You just rocked that one, baby!'

sigh. "Matt, I know. But it ended up to be fun—going to the dance with Walker … and seeing you on the stage playing the drums. You rocked!" Matt grins. "It was fun—playing while you danced." Then his grin fades a little. "It wasn't fun seeing you dance with Walker, though." We

Shy is the oyster, fervent is the clam, peaceful is the ocean floor rocked by the sands of time.

I must soon enter this world, where on its surface fragrant ladies rocked slowly, fanned gently, and drank cool water.

Ah, I know that, said Tiffany, as the boat rocked on the swell. Whales aren't dangerous, because they just eat very small things... Row like the blazes, lads! Rob Anybody yelled.

Travis Browne don't know what's he thinking. Travis, he's out there, man. That guy has been knocked out so many times, he's been rocked so many times, he don't know what to say.

Maybe it's good to be traumatized in your youth, to make you think differently and step outside the box. Anybody can be comfortable, but if you get your world rocked, shaken as it were, then maybe it causes you to really go to a whole other level in a different way.

We are rocked in the tumult, and the awareness of one's own ignorance is a smothering cloak that proves poor armour.

She curled up beside him, realizing they both needed this space of intimacy as much as they'd needdd the reassurance and release. Her world had been rocked. She only understood how violent the shake had been now that it was stead again.

One is always in the hold of the world, but one doesn't physically feel it's hold, doesn't account for its effect. Cannot draw comfort from the hold of the world, which registers only as a neutral emptiness. But the sea one feels. And so surrounded, so steadily held, so gently rocked - so differently organized - one's thoughts come in another form.

Bicky rocked, like a jelly in a high wind.

There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship's, smooths and contains the rocker. It's an inside kind--wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one's own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.

By week's end, when we'd had all manner of weather, I finally saw what it was about heavy seas and marvelous rest: in heavy seas you feel rocked to sleep, with the windows' spume a gentle shushing, the engines' throb a mother's pulse.