Quotes About Competition

Boys everywhere. All seven of them plus their dad, running and laughing and shoving each other around on the front lawn, engaged in what appeared to be a full-contact, tackle version of ultimate Frizbee. They were playing shirts and skins. Shirts and might-fine-lookin' skins.

As soon as Beverly said the words, Raymie knew that they were true. Louisiana's singing would win any contest. And Raymie wanted Louisiana to win. She wanted her to become Little Miss Central Florida Tire" (DiCamillo 212).

Zeus made a halfhearted lunge for the bucket. He managed to knock it out of Typhon's snaky grasp, but he didn't manage to catch it.

He learned quickly. He was so big and strong that he soon out-raced, out-shot, out-boxed, out-ran, out-wrestled, and out-led-into-battle all his teachers.

In every race after that, I finished in the top three. All through 1917 I raked in prize money with my clawed feet.

One learns from girlhood to fear the competitive energy, the ambient fury and resentment that can be aimed at powerful females. And yet at the same time, women often want or need power. The goal, then, is to take power in a way that navigates that rage or resentment; it is a little like trying to feed a dragon without getting burned.

On the one hand, it was exhilarating to be around so many smart and competitive students; on the other hand, it was new, humiliating, and very discouraging. It was not easy to have to acknowledge my very real limitations in background and ability.

They fought as though the most important thing was to damage each other as much as possible.

You'll figure it out! You get on your plane and I'll get on mine. And we'll see which one crashes!

The game's sealed when a player gives up having any strategy at all.

She hasn't been on a date in six months,' Derek rumbled behind us. 'No offense, but as long as you aren't related to her, you're fair game. Hell, even-' Tori spun on him. 'I didn't know.

I spend four years chasing the guy of my dreams, finally get him, and now I have to compete with a gorgeous, twenty-year-old supernatural sex fiend. ~Jaime Vegas

Uh-uh Clay drawled above me, Elena's played with you long enough, Its my turn

Anyone who beats our Sweet Sixteen gets to kiss her. The lineup forms behind me." Brendan got behind him. Daniel grinned at me and joined. The other guys filed in. "Oh my God," I said. "What are you guys? Twelve?" "No," Brendan said. "Just really, really immature." "In other words, typical guys," said a voice.

So what do I get when I beat everyone?" I said. " When ?" Corey shook his head. "Do you need a wide-load sign for transporting that ego? Fine. Beat all of us and I'll kiss you." "Speaking of egos…" "Beat us and we'll install more holds over there." Daniel pointed to a tougher and higher section of the rock face ten feet down, then looked at me. "How's that?" I smiled. "Game on.

So what do I get when I beat everyone?" I said. " When ?" Corey shook his head. "Do you need a wide-load sign for transporting that ego?

So what do I get when I beat everyone?" I said. " When ?" Corey shook his head. "Do you need a wide-load sign for transporting that ego? Fine. Beat all of us and I'll kiss you." "Speaking of egos…

Better kick it up a notch," he said, as he drew alongside me. "I know you really want those extra holds." "And I'm sure you really don't want to make them. But don't forget the second part. You win, you gotta kiss me. Might be better to stick with the holds.

After a moment, I grinned over at him. "Loser." "The rope slipped," he said, tugging at it, like he was testing the belay system. "You just keep telling yourself that. It'll keep you busy while you're building those new holds." "You still need to beat everyone else. You haven't won yet." "Just keep telling yourself that, too.

Daniel heaved Moreno to his feet. The man swung at him, but Daniel ducked easily and returned a one-two punch that left Moreno reeling. "Island wrestling champ," I said. "Only third place in boxing, though, so you're getting off easy.

So did I hear right?" he said. "Race to the top? Winner gets a kiss?" "Maya's done seven climbs in a row," Daniel said. "You can race me." "But I don't want to kiss you.

So did I hear right?" he said. "Race to the top? Winner gets a kiss?" "Maya's done seven climbs in a row," Daniel said. "You can race me." "But I don't want to kiss you ." Everyone laughed. Everyone except Daniel.

I don't know whether it's a personality clash or simply a product of the times, where women have so little power that they wield it against one another with unnecessary vigor.

How about we up the stakes? I win, you talk to me." Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows. "I'm afraid to ask what you mean by talk …