Quotes About Competition

All those stories of Roman valour, heroism and self-sacrifice that he must have heard – told and retold around military campfires or at dinner tables – were not simply for amusement, he concluded. Their function was to encourage the young to imitate the gallant deeds of their ancestors; they were one aspect of the spirit of emulation, ambition and competition that he saw running right through Roman elite society.

When playing either quarter pitch or spinners, you can go through a case of beer in twenty minutes. It's fun and it's deadly.

It's the odious, insufferable people who usually get to the top.

Sisters is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.

He that falls in love with himself will have no rivals.

Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, and disregard of all the rules.

Baseball is 90% mental, the other half is physical

Love means nothing in tennis, but it's everything in life.

Remember, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose; what matters is whether I win or lose.

All's fair in love and war.

I can write better than anybody who can write faster, and I can write faster than anybody who can write better

Where neither love nor hatred is in the game, a woman's game is mediocre.

Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis.

All fair in love and war.

Life is a game and true love is a trophy.

Love is a game in which one always cheats.

Ambition is like love, impatient both of delays and rivals.

When an actor marries an actress they both fight for the mirror.

In marriage, as in war, it is permitted to take every advantage of the enemy.

Monica Seles: I'd hate to be next door to her on her wedding night.

If people want to compete for leadership of a religious group, they can compete in piety. A chilling thought. Or funny.

Sometimes winning is not only a matter of knowing the rules, but of making your opponent think he knows them better.

the center as well. He laid his cards out. A fortress of lords. The governors threw down their cards, unable to beat him. Everyone waited, breathless, for Lia to lay her cards out. She frowned and shook her head. Then looked at me. Blinked. A slow blink as long as a thousand miles. Then back at Malich. A long sigh, contrite. She laid out her cards. Six black wings. A perfect hand. "I think this beats yours, doesn't it, Malich?" Malich

Safe travels, my friend," Rafe said, smiling as he gently nudged the boy's shoulder. That was all it took. The boy lost his hold and fell like a rock into the mud. This time the spray flew higher, spattering Rafe's chest. He rubbed the drops of mud in with his sweat and grinned. The crowd went wild, and a few girls standing near me whispered among themselves. I thought it was time for him to put his shirt back on.