I still have a lot of room for improvement. I need to become a more skilled player.
The locker room has to be right. We've got to be patient to build this team.
The right to express one's views, practice one's faith, peacefully assemble with others to pursue political or social change - these are all rights to which all human beings are entitled, whether they choose to exercise them in a city square or an Internet chat room. And just as we have worked together since the last century to secure these rights in the material world, we must work together in this century to secure them in cyberspace.
I do have a trophy room. It's in my attic in boxes.
I'm happy, but there is always room for improvement.
Tom Osborne, Lou Holtz, Bobby Bowden were in our living room. My mom didn't know who they were!
I'm not really satisfied. I've done all right, but there's room for improvement.
When I started shooting it just gives my partners more chances for rebounds. It opens up more room.
I still have room to improve ... there are things I could do better.
You walk in our locker room and you see Pau Gasol, you see Andrew Bynum, you see Kobe, you see Ron Artest ... we have so many players that can play.
I feel a lot more comfortable at shortstop, but it's no problem, I'll move to make room.
I want to show that I can pitch well and get along with the guys in the locker room.'
Absence is the dark-room in which lovers develop negatives.
Twelve experts gathered in one room equal one big idiot.
One realization does dawn upon the death of the second parent, namely that you've now moved into the green room to the River Styx. You're next.
You invest a lot in your kids, from the sleepless nights early on and the frightening trips to the emergency room, to homework assignments and a million miles of taxi driving. The great thing is that everything you put in counts, and with a bit of luck, one day they will realize it. Love adds up to something. It's indestructible and immortal and carries long on after your own life is over. Who could ask for more?
But since I've taught that bodies of matter, made Completely solid, hither and thither fly Forevermore unconquered through all time, Now come, and whether to the sum of them There be a limit or be none, for thee Let us unfold; likewise what has been found To be the wide inane, or room, or space Wherein all things soever do go on, Let us examine if it finite be All and entire, or reach unmeasured round And downward an illimitable profound.
There is scarcely room for doubt that something in the psychological relation of a mother-in-law to a son-in-law breeds hostility between them and makes it hard for them to live together. But the fact that in civilized societies mothers-in-law are such a favourite subject for jokes seems to me to suggest that the emotional relation involved includes sharply contrasted components. I believe, that is, that this relation is in fact an 'ambivalent' one, composed of conflicting affectionate and hostile impulses.
Never buy anything in a room with a chandelier.
I did most of my volunteer work when I was in college because I knew of more ways to get involved. In high school, we'd do things like, there was a homeless shelter near our hometown and our church group decorated one of the rooms. In college, I was in a sorority, and we did a lot of things, like pick up trash on the highway.
Losses are always a relief. They take a burden off me, make me feel more normal. If I win several tournaments in a row I get so confident I'm in a cloud. If I lose I go back to the dressing room and I'm no better nor worse than anyone else. A loss gets me eager again.
I don't have room in my life for folks that large and demanding.
At eight or nine, I suppose intelligence is no more than a small spot of light on the floor of a large and murky room.
Learning to love differently is hard, love with the hands wide open, love with the doors banging on their hinges, the cupboard unlocked, the windroaring and whimpering in the rooms.
I use the exercise room early, because I don't want to get on the treadmill and everyone's going 'Oh, Bill Cosby,' and then they come around to see how fast I'm walking, and it becomes very competitive.
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