Quotes About Match

What a shame to convince these flames they are only sparks; what a misfortune to say this fire is a flame. You, have always been gasoline, stop pretending I haven't always been the match.

that moment, Kit felt an odd sensation. Things were happening so fast! It was as if a match had been struck inside her and a little flame was lit, burning like anger, flickering like fear. "Charlie," she asked. "What's going to happen to us?" "I don't know," said

In any match, there are few critical moments where there's no second best decision. The rest of the moves are intuitive.

Once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in. Even after smoke becomes air, there is the memory of smoke. I am seeing as if by the light of a match, a glimpse of my life and having it feel right.

at some point last year, her gloom met my doom and she thought it was a good match. i'm not so sure, but at least i get coffee out of it.

She lit a cigarette and spent a moment identifying with the smoldering match.

Tubby Robbins took me apart in the '39 Grand Final and when I got home Rosemary said, "I think you met your match today," and I thumped her one. She apologised later but by that time the damage was done.

Claire spoke often in her poetry of the idea of fittingness: that is, when your chosen pursuit and your ability to achieve it--no matter how small or insignificant both might be--are matched exactly, are fitting. This, Claire argued, is when we become truly human, fully ourselves, beautiful....In Claire's presence, you were not faulty or badly designed, no, not at all. You were the fitting receptacle and instrument of your talents and beliefs and desires.

Claire spoke often in her poetry of the idea of 'fittingness': that is, when your chosen pursuit and your ability to achieve it - no matter how small or insignificant both might be - are matched exactly, are fitting.

If I hear about a big match coming up, I'll get anxiety about it, and I'll start thinking about it, like, 'What's gonna happen? Is this my shot?'

He felt a stab of satisfaction at the way her cheeks colored and her eyes darkened with trepidation. Her emotions showed readily on her face. She had translucent skin that colored easily, and it would be tempting to spend his time provoking a reaction out of her. She was a match for him in more ways than one.

Motives are all fine and good, but if we could find out the how, we'd have a shooting's match chance of finding out the who.

That would be a dream match for me to see Finn Balor versus The Undertaker.

The Hell in a Cell match that always sticks in my mind is the original Michaels versus Undertaker match. It was really something. The bout itself was so good, while Kane's debut made it even more memorable. That takes the cake in terms of Hell in a Cell matches.

I don't remember a Rob Van Dam versus Mick Foley hardcore match. There should have been one.

The Hart Foundation versus The Brain Busters, if you can find that match, it is fantastic.

Juventus versus Milan is always a classic.

Who would have thought that Shane McMahon would have any kind of a chance versus Undertaker?

At the end of the day it's 11 men versus 11 on the pitch.

My point is simple: When you win a match or a tournament, forget why the captain took certain decisions. Celebrate the victory. Do not try to analyse every decision.

I didn't think I would have an Olympic medal at 21, but I knew I would give my best and play my game. I just viewed it as my first Olympics and that I would take it one match at a time, but to bring a silver home made me very, very happy.

Married life would be dull indeed without some friction; one can't light a match with it.

You mean you're against a match with Miss Mercer?" "Well…yes. But I'm also against a match with Beatrix." Silence fell over the room. "This is a trick of some sort," Leo said. "Unfortunately, it's not," Christopher replied.

Bloody hell, he gasped. Harry. There's a *knife* in my leg. When did *that* happen? In the duel, I told him. Don't you remember? I thought you'd stepped on me and sprained my ankle, Ramirez replied. Then he blinked again. Bloody hell. There's a *knife* in my guts. He peered at them. And they match.