These days baseball is different. You come to spring training, you get your legs ready, you arms loose, your agents ready, your lawyer lined up.
These days baseball is different. You come to spring training, you get your legs ready, you arms loose, your agents ready, your lawyer lined up.
My face is lined; my body so frail.
The only work I did for the next five years after splitting from Vincent was work I'd already lined up.
I get really restless when I haven't worked for a day and a half. I have a recurring dream that people are lined up next to my bed, waiting for autographs and taking pictures of me!
I'm supposed to be taking time off. But I'm still writing and I have this Gap advert lined up.
There we were, hundreds of us lined up, waving at the great man as he tipped his hat to us. And that is the extent of my acquaintance with Albert Einstein.
Comfort zones are plush lined coffins. When you stay in your plush lined coffins, you die.
The most intense curiosity and excitement prevailed, and though the weather was uncertain, enormous masses of densely packed people lined the road, shouting and waving hats and handkerchiefs as we flew by them.
I went in with Jack and Leslie, into this room that was lined with brick, and there on the side I can remember very clearly was this small model with plates for the bases - the original model with everything screwed together.
Good things do not come easy. The road is lined with pitfalls.
My feeling is unless they've somebody lined up and they are convinced he is going to be better than Brian, I think their decision has been made in haste.
In cities like Athens, poor houses lined narrow and tortuous streets in spite of luxurious public buildings.
One can be a brother only in something. Where there is no tie that binds men, men are not united but merely lined up.
She was a hunk of sculptor's clay,
My secret thoughts were fingers:
They flew behind her pensive brow
And lined it deep with pain.
Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.
I would step into a place of being lined up with a sense of purpose and my inner compass, and everything was going in the same direction. Then I'd get lazy and get off the track. And then things would start to fall apart, and I'd back up and get it together again.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories