Sometimes it's interesting to see what people who have too much control need to do to write freely.
My mother and dad played the fiddle and the guitar.
I always tell kids, you have two eyes and one mouth. Keep two open and one closed. You never learn anything if you're the one talking.
All hockey players are bilingual. They know English and profanity.
You've got to love what you're doing. If you love it, you can overcome any handicap, or the soreness, or all the aches and pains and continue to play for a long, long time.
To me, hockey was always tremendous fun. That's what kept me going for so long. I simply love to play hockey.
You find that you have peace of mind and can enjoy yourself, get more sleep, and rest when you know that it was a one hundred percent effort that you gave - win or lose.
Even in the winter, in the midst of the storm, the sun is still there. Somewhere above the clouds, it still shines and warms and pulls at the life buried deep inside the brown branches and frozen earth.
The Seconds that tick as the clock moves along Are Privates who march with a spirit so strong. The Minutes are Captains. The Hours of the day Are Officers brave, who lead on to the fray. So, remember, when tempted to loiter and dream You've an army at hand; your command is supreme; And question yourself, as it goes on review-- Had it helped in the fight with the best it could do?
If somebody dies and you just go get more popcorn, it’s a superficial experience isn’t it?
There are many spokes on the wheel of life. First, we're here to explore new possibilities.