Inspirational Softball Pitcher Quotes & Sayings

Within the confines of the lecture hall, no other virtue exists but plain intellectual integrity. — Max Weber

I hold Bond dear to my heart. I've traveled the world as an ambassador for that character, and I had a bloody great time doing it. — Pierce Brosnan

I struggle in these situations not to let my madness govern me, and to let the positive aspects of my character define my life. — Russell Brand

I ain't gonna get this, it's a horror movie, it's hard to act scared. — Kelly Rowland

I talk about myself. That's what I am. I'm a blogger. I have always decided that I was going to be an expert on one thing, and I am an expert on this person, and so I write about it. — Mena Grabowski Trott

Charlotte is a city with both feet planted firmly in the New South, with the emphasis on the 'new'. — Harry Hoover

When Allah (swt) decrees that a door in your life is to be opened, no matter how hard you try to close it, no matter how far you run away from it, it will remain open until you walk through. When Allah (swt) decrees that a door is to be closed, no matter how many times you knock on that door, try to break it down, or cry on your knees in front of it, begging it to open again, it will never be opened. Grieve in front of that closed door if you must. Stand there for a time and look at it. Hold your hands over your heart and press down to calm it's quickened pained rhythm. Then know- know beyond the shadow of a doubt, know in your heart of hearts- that when you trust Allah and move forward, he will open a more beautiful door for you. You will walk through it and perhaps you will even praise him for having closed the past door you loved so much. He is Al-Fattah, the Opener. May the doors He opens for us always lead us back to him. — Asmaa Hussein

A gay murder movie is never going to be, like, breaking box office records. — Daniel Radcliffe

May I kiss you?"

Finally. "Yes."

He smiled as he threaded his fingers through my hair. Carefully, he leaned forward and kissed my forehead.
His mouth was warm and gentle against my skin, but it wasn't enough. "Please tell me that wasn't what you meant."

He laughed softly. "There's more." He kissed my cheek, my jaw, and hovered a fraction above my mouth.

I ached for his kiss, and when the waiting stretched too long, I closed the distance.

He took over, which was just as well, because I forgot where I was or the time or my name. The only thing in the world was his mouth. That kiss. Us. — Elizabeth Langston