Quotes About Count

I'm not executing my pitches. I'm not commanding my fastball, and I get behind in the count. When I try to throw strikes, I'm getting hurt. That's not the way I pitch.

I've got to be confident in all the pitches I'm throwing so I can throw anything in any count.

Free throws - it's free money. I've got to make that count.

You claimed that... I would embroil those same carefully and colorfully constructed barrow-pushers and counts and wagoners and cutpurses in perfectly preposterous actions, during the course of which each would declare with great eloquence things that no count or cutpurse would ever possibly say. And if any ever even thought that he or she felt such things, you maintained, it was only from having been taken in by our skits in the first place.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

Love is all that counts in this crazy, mixed-up world...

You are my great example, you, your life your destiny, Oedipus, man of misery— I count no man blest.

How boring does your sex life have to be for a blow job to count as the height of unimaginable depravity

I understand that it's the thought that counts, but receiving money is so great, so if you're in a position to give an employee a bonus, just do that.

People always say I write a lot of pop culture references. Can somebody please count the pop culture references in 'Firefly?' Because I don't know how to put this to you, but there was one. I referenced The Beatles in the pilot.

In the harshness of the world of technology - in which feelings do not count anymore - the hope for a saving love grows, a love which would be given freely and generously.

I remember till 997th film, but after that I got so busy with multiple projects; I'm not sure which one released as my 1,000th film.

We were thinking of secrets. Real secrets, and snide. Too many to count. When I try now to sort out who knew what and who knew nothing, who knew everything and who was a fraud, I have to stop and give it up, it makes my head spin.

The body, I have often thought, is like a promise. You keep things in it. Those things are covert, immediate, yours. There is something lustrous about them. They emit energy, like radium or appliances. They can be replaced, repaired or simply discarded. The promise of the body is very firm and intact. It's the only promise we can count on, and we can't really count on it very much.

I count myself as one of millions of Americans whose life simply would not be the same without the libraries that supported my learning.

If you are happy in a dream, Ammu, does that count? Estha asked. Does what count? The happiness does it count?. She knew exactly what he meant, her son with his spoiled puff. Because the truth is, that only what counts, counts.....If you eat fish in a dream, does it count? Does it mean you've eaten fish?

If you're happy in a dream, Ammu, does that count?' Estha asked. 'Does what count?' 'The happiness—does it count?' She knew exactly what he meant, her son with his spoiled puff. Because the truth is, that only what /counts/ counts. The simple, unswerving truth of children. If you eat fish in a dream, does it count? Does it mean you've eaten fish?

If you are happy in a dream, Ammu, does that count? Estha asked. Does what count? The happiness does it count?

But there have only ever been fewer than two hundred billion human beings

Such attitudes are grotesque, impudent and irrelevant. 'Could do better' is a meaningless conclusion. 'Could be happier' is the only one that counts.

Listen to all, believe few, count on some, but trust none.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

Are there rules?' 'No gods, no staffs, first man to stay down for the count loses and we suspend the contest if the building collapses.' - on magical duels

Now I lack your extensive erudition," said Guleed once we were out of sight of the basement, "but that struck me as being just a little bit Lord of the Rings." "Nah," I said. "She didn't call it her precious—it doesn't count if you don't call it your precious.