Quotes About Competition

I had a really good time tonight. Tons of boys hanging off me. And I could see it was really messing with her head--she kept giving me these dirty looks. So I'm going to get as many boys as I can running after me this summer. Just to make Elisa really…" She pauses. "What would Kelly say? Narked. " Now her smile's real. "I want to make Elisa narked. " I smile back: the English word sounds really cool in her American accent.

If the US Open was a two-week trip to Ibiza, Wimbledon was a meditative hike through a scenic national park.

and right now I had to contend with a coterie of people who lived and died on the runway.

It was the usual sort of academic battle: footnotes at ten paces, bolstered by snide articles in academic journals and lots of sniping about methodology, a thrust and parry of source and countersource. My sources had to be better.

There's nothing like competing for your boyfriend's attention with an emotionally needy sibling to make you feel like the worst sort of evil psycho-bitch.

Jack and Jill ran up the hill, both for a little fun. Jack's plan was deception while Jill sought affection. And Jack wouldn't quit till he won.

But they are so cute. And they cheer on our boys, inciting them to violence and, we hope, victory. These are our role models — the Girls Who Have It All. I bet none of them ever stutter or screw up or feel like their brains are dissolving into marshmallow fluff. They all have beautiful lips, carefully out- lined in red and polished to a shine.

Finally, our own Devils hulk into the gym. The same boys who got detention in elementary school for beating the crap out of people are now rewarded for it. They call it football.

Now, if basketball had a designated foul-?shot shooter, maybe I'd consider. The other team fouls you, you get to pay them back. Boom. But that's not the way it works, in basketball or in life.

Si sente urlare dal campo, bambine di nove anni che si caricano psicologicamente per vincere. Il calcio professionale per bambini è duro.

How could I compete with that? Candies and toys! I had string and glue and some very complicated dynamics going on at my station. I mean, when I was assigned to that table, no one happened to mention that it was a simmering hotbed of political unrest concerning the lower case r. A wicked web indeed.

Human history is the sad result of each one looking out for himself.

Obviously generating revenue is what this is all about anymore, which is sad, but again, you have to find ways to make it work. But, yeah, that's certainly intriguing.

Chess is a sad waste of brains.

Science is competitive, aggressive, demanding. It is also imaginative, inspiring, uplifting.

This survival of the fittest implies multiplication of the fittest.

By some ardent enthusiasts Chess has been elevated into a science or an art. It is neither; but its principal characteristic seems to be - what human nature mostly delights in - a fight.

Available energy is the main object at stake in the struggle for existence and the evolution of the world.

Chess is too difficult to be a game and not serious enough to be a science or an art.

I heave the basketball; I know it sails in a parabola, exhibiting perfect symmetry, which is interrupted by the basket. It's funny, but it is always interrupted by the basket.

The man who wins out and survives does so only because of superior science and strategy.

Science was many things, Nadia thought, including a weapon with which to hit other scientists.

Only dead mathematics can be taught where the attitude of competition prevails: living mathematics must always be a communal possession.

More than ever, the creation of the ridiculous is almost impossible because of the competition it receives from reality.