Quotes About Lap

Qualifying is all about putting everything that you have and that the car has in one lap. It's like a rush, I really enjoy that.

One of my greatest pleasures in motor racing is qualifying. You have loads of freedom from pushing a lap the whole way. I've always been very good in qualifying in the past; everything I've done, I've got pole positions.

Great comforts do, indeed, bear witness to the truth of thy grace, but not to the degree of it; the weak child is oftener in the lap than the strong one.

Cats, I always think, only jump into your lap to check if you are cold enough, yet, to eat.

sing to us the one with violets in her lap ]mostly ]goes astray

Night, you who gather in your lovely lap The things the shining dawn flung far and wide, The ewe-lamb you bring back, the straying goat, The child you lead unto its mothers side.

She opened the book on his lap. The pages were densely packed with a neat cursive script; the ink was a pale purple, but each and every i was dotted with a small, red heart. Tom imagined dozens of bottles of colored ink, stored neatly under her (permanently stained) pillow.

At Christmas time I sat on Santa's lap. His fly was open ! Boy what a present he gave me !

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Nick will come home, sweaty and salty and beer-loose from a day at the ballpark, and I'll curl up in his lap, ask him about the game, ask him if his friend Jack had a good time, and he'll say, "Oh, he came down with a case of the dancing monkeys—poor Jennifer was having a 'real stressful week' and really needed him at home.

Qualifying is all about putting everything that you have and that the car has in one lap. It's like a rush, I really enjoy that.

A cat can make you feel well rested when you're tired or turn a rage into a calm just by sitting on your lap. His very nearness is a healing song.

No cancer, if that's what you're thinking, she'd say if anyone commented on her runway-model thinness, which she ordinarily disguised with billowing dresses or caftans. I'm just in training for the final lap around the track.

There was a rifle on his lap. Hey, Hunter, Myron said.

If you are truly a seeker of truth, truth cannot hide from you. It is in the lap of truth that you have happened.

When I went into the last lap I was regretting a bit that it was over. I was enjoying again the first sector for the last time. Simply fantastic this circuit, and if you get 53 laps more, you appreciate it even more. It's made by God's hands.

I wrote letters in the classroom, I wrote letters at my desk at home with Seagull in my lap, I wrote letters at empty tables during my breaks at the Italian restaurant. It was as if I were writing letters to hold together the pieces of my crumbling life.

Before we even swung onto 516 Nilda was in my brother's lap and he had his hand so far up her skirt it looked like he was performing a surgical procedure. When we were getting off the bus Rafa pulled me aside and held his hand in front of my nose. Smell this, he said. This is what's wrong with women.

I feel like I should tell you," Jorgen said over the radio, "that I now have a slug on each shoulder and three on my lap, all seeming vaguely uncomfortable that I'm touching them. I blame you, FM.

I'm a small dog guy. I don't want to be pattin' with the big Rottweiler or Great Dane. I like those little guys that jump on your lap and don't knock you over when they do.

I grew up hearing about Raj Kapoor and K. Asif and the way they used to make films lavishly. We are dream merchants and we have got to sell dreams, which are lapped up by all.

In my lap I had my dear little pug, the smell of whose ears will always be sweeter to me than all the perfumes of Araby and the scent of heliotrope combined.

The child turned to look at Elizabeth, then stood up. The head was more disproportionately large than that of a human baby. Upon some reassuring noises from the adults, the the young saur ran across the grass and tumbled into Elizabeth's lap. She crooned over it, tickling and stroking; it reached up its clawed fingers to her hair and whistled. "Her name is Blathora," said Salasso. "She is two years old." . . . "Sharp teeth," warned Salasso. "And a taste for mammal blood.

All around me were the noise of the crazy gold-coast city. And this was my Hollywood career - this was my last night in Hollywood, and I was spreading mustard on my lap in back of a parking-lot john.