Great Cricket Sledging Quotes & Sayings

Karl Barth said it well: "We have to read the Bible in one hand ... and the newspaper in the other." Our faith should not cause us to escape this world but to engage it. — Shane Claiborne

Kings cannot ennoble thee, thou good, great soul, for One who is higher than kings hath done that for thee; but a king can confirm thy nobility to men. — Mark Twain

The tall team takes the low road into the lead — Martin Tyler

I am an ordinary human being who is impelled to write poetry ... I still do feel that a poet has a duty to words, and that words can do wonderful things, and it's too bad to just let them lie there without doing anything with and for them. — Gwendolyn Brooks

There are only two ways to have a middle class in your country: either you have highly skilled manufacturing jobs, or you have a highly skilled, well trained, knowledge-based workforce. In other words, college. — Van Jones

My favorite color is violet. The scent of roses makes me feel at home, wherever I am. I do not enjoy fish, but I will eat it to make a loved one happy, suffering through my smile. — Renee Ahdieh

Holy hug is a soft kiss. — Lailah Gifty Akita

For most of my life, I've considered myself a political centrist. — Mark McKinnon

It is not heroes that make history, but history that makes heroes. — Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin

I still don't think it's pathetic to cry over someone. It just means you care about them deeply and you're sad. — Jenny Han

Angela Carter's fiction blew me away and really instilled a passion for writing, bolstered by Vladimir Nabokov. But in general, I can't point to any one thing. I just always loved books and writing. — Jeff VanderMeer

Since I can't get this leashoff and take myself for a walk, what would you suggest, baby?" she lifted her chin "that's princess to you — Laura Wright

It was probable that the widow knew more than others suspected of insanity in the Buchenau family, for there was an unsolved mystery lying half a century in the past, when Clara's uncle Hugo, a darkly moody man, had shot himself in an orchard one May morning, scattering his brains among the blossoms, and soon after, Clara's father had sunk into a deep depression and had at last to be taken to Mendota as insane, and there died. — August Derleth

I finally had to be either Roman or catholic, and I continue to choose the catholic end of that spectrum. — Richard Rohr