Quotes About Competition

Daring was glaring at Raven as if he could shoot arrows with his eyes. And maybe he could. She'd seen him swordfight holding the sword with his feet. And win.

Daring Charming was facing her down. "It's no use, Cerise Hood," said Daring. "I am a Charming—brave, cunning, athletic—" Cerise faked left and dribbled right around him, driving toward the royals' end of the court.

Fans still talk about my big white scrunchie, which became iconic in its own right. I loved that scrunchie and its little sparkles that Peggy glued on herself. Without my scrunchie, I wouldn't have felt ready to compete. (Yes, I still have it.)

The women in this town are going to be so disappointed you're off the market." "There are other women in this town besides you?

If you got the game, you got the game. That's why Tiger Woods is out there playing golf with Greg Norman.

Look at it this way," Mr. Dimming told Connor. "If Melody Brooks can win the first round, then my questions must not be difficult enough! We're all going to rally to win the competition!" Everybody cheered. Except me.

You know when everyone's watching, your mom and dad, your friends in high school who thought they were better than you. You get your chance to get in the spotlight and shine.

I've always been a guy who wants to play sports, not watch them.

You know the best thing about competition? There's this whole strategy game, and when it all works out its like solving that hard math equation. You finally get the answer and you're so happy.

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In the second period, he hit the crossbar, and the fans chanted in singsong, "Overrated!" and "Parise's better!

Congratulations. So far, you've both scored a hundred percent on the quiz." "Quiz?" Liam blinked, then looked at Hammer, his eyes wide. "Shit, we didn't study, mate." "If Seth is giving the quiz, we're good. He can't be smarter than us," Hammer said in a stage whisper.

Abigail had keeled over at the judge's signal. Pip, her Border Collie, had come flying when Abigail called, then dropped to the grass twenty feet out on her "Down!" command. According to the American Kennel Club rules, Abigail should have called him again when the judge gave the signal. I'm no expert on the finer points of scoring, but I was pretty sure that falling flat on her face was a serious handling error.

But of course this only tries to make a magic out of being black, as if racial self-love and solidarity were the same thing as individual will and character—as if "black pride" could do the individual's hard work of developing into a person who can compete successfully in the modern world.

stepping on others' toes to get things done.

Still, I know how to use the little I have, my flat stomach and rather flatter chest, my slightly bowed, but strong and flexible legs. I produce plenty of phlegm. I have clever hands and a stare that could take the silvering off a mirror. Men flatter themselves they are original in admiring me. How confused they are when they find out they have competition. (There is no desperation like that of a lover who has decided to do you a favor, and finds himself waiting in line.)

Are you two done staring longingly in each other's eyes or should we just take a break?" Now scowling, Dee turned her head and focused on the only idiot really taking the game seriously. Mitch took a step back, grabbing his brother and yanking him in front of his body. "Take him, Dee. Take him!" "You bastard!" Brendon yelped.

I'm not talking about them. We told you before, Smith, we wouldn't play if her"—he pointed at Sissy—"or her"—he pointed at Ronnie—"were playing." Mitch looked at her. "Uh…Sissy?" Sissy rounded on the coach. "I can't believe you are still holding that against us. It's been years!" "He was in traction for three months. A shifter! In traction!" "He was in my way!

Isn't it enough you have poor Mitch here playing against bears?" They all looked at "poor Mitch," who seemed to be having the equivalent of an orgasm eating that slice of cherry pie.

The ref blew the whistle and the pack took off. The "jostling" from earlier had turned into a "melee" Sun Tzu would have been afraid of.

Gotta be faster than that, pretty kitty.

It's unbelievable to have come through a field of 64 of the best players I've seen for a long time.

People wanted to see Rey Mysterio and PsIcosis in a match, and we had such a great chemistry. I don't think there was anyone at that time who could match what we were bringing to the table.

Every time I walk out onto the field, I feel that I can be the best one in the game and that I can be a superstar.