Quotes About Game

I can't say enough, how important my faith is to how I play the game and who I am.

You swear you know me because you know my name but if you really met me you would know the game, drama never ends haters are all the same they smile to your face and spit on your name.

A shot to kill the pain. A pill to drain the shame. A purge to end the gain. A cut to break the vein. A smoke to ease the crave. A drink to win the game. An addiction is an addiction because it all hurts the same.

Each breathe I take, says your name. Each time heart beats, sings your fame. Each word I speak, wear your love in main, See what says time, it was just your game.

Dear Players, You may have won your game but you LOST HER HEART.

If love isnt a game, then why are there so many players?

You're playing with my heart and it's getting pretty lame. Decide what you want; the girl or the game.

I'm tired of breaking down. I'm tired of this silly game. I'm done and giving up. Sorry, I guess you need to look for a new play toy.

Crying won't take away your pain. Cheating won't help you win the game. Running doesn't make it all better. Together for the moment doesn't mean till be forever.

I know he's a player, but I want to be the girl that he hangs up hes jersey for and leaves the game.

Life's ways are peculiar, unpredictable and uncertain, just like a game of chess which requires planning, strategy and concentration to beat your opponent.

Life is more like football replays, when we focus on the replay reality continues, while we're missing the real game.

Success is not about winning but it's about learning after the game. Life doesn't end if you win but a start for a new challenge of a harder fight.

My ambivalence, of course, only encouraged him. Any challenge was a game, and any game a pleasure. If I had loved him, he would have been gone, yet my revulsion brought him back and back.

Any Challenge was a game, and any game a pleasure.

Lo malo era que en el mundo real no tenía opción a más vidas. Tienes una y va que chuta. Si la perdía, se acababa el juego.

Only by taking the strange on its own terms can we understand ourselves in time. This is the purpose of history, which my doctoral supervisor was taught then passed on to me. It remains the name of the game.

like a game of musical chairs, where the chairs are rooms in this house and the music is hatred and it's a game no one's enjoying, but none of us can stop playing.

If you can't afford the good food or if you can't afford health care or if you don't have a job or if your car is dangerous because you can't get it fixed and you DIE, you just lost the game-bzzzzz-thanks for playing extreme capitalism.

All this twaddle, the existence of God, atheism, determinism, liberation, societies, death, etc., are pieces of a chess game called language, and they are amusing only if one does not preoccupy oneself with 'winning or losing this game of chess.

For everyone who, having no artistic sense-that is to say, no submission to subjective reality-may have the knack of reasoning about art till doomsday, especially if he be, in addition, a diplomat or financier in contact with the 'realities' of the present day, is only too ready to believe literature is an intellectual game which is destined to gradually be abandoned as time goes on.

The anonymous1 author wrote, "Wherefore play the game of life warily, for your opponent is full of subtlety, and take abundant thought over your moves, for the stake is your soul.

It occurred to me that everything I was doing in Indonesia was more like a game than reality. It was as though we were playing a game of poker. We kept our cards hidden. We could not trust each other or count on the reliability of the information we shared. Yet, this game was deadly serious, and its outcome would impact millions of lives for decades to come.

Except for the field organizers of strikes, who were pretty tough monkeys and devoted, most of the so-called Communists I met were middle-class, middle-aged people playing a game of dreams. I remember a woman in easy circumstances saying to another even more affluent: 'After the revolution even we will have more, won't we, dear?' Then there was another lover of proletarians who used to raise hell with Sunday picknickers on her property