#field

My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields, but my father never hit me. Never. I don't ever remember a really cross, unkind word from my father. ↗

— Johnny Cash

#cross #death #ever #father #fields

The way those clubs shift against Ted Williams, I can't understand how he can be so stupid not to accept the challenge to him and hit to left field. ↗

— Ty Cobb

#against #challenge #clubs #field #him

An investigator starts research in a new field with faith, a foggy idea, and a few wild experiments. Eventually the interplay of negative and positive results guides the work. By the time the research is completed, he or she knows how it should have been started and conducted. ↗

— Donald Cram

#by the time #completed #conducted #eventually #experiments

The scenes on this field would have cured anybody of war. ↗

— William Tecumseh Sherman

#anybody #cured #field #scenes #would

We must also recognize the new realities of modern warfare and the modern landscape of a battlefield. ↗

— Susan Davis

#battlefield #landscape #modern #modern warfare #must

[A]rt can’t ever be programmatic . . . it needs on the contrary to be complicating, subtle, questioning, doubtful and doubting. ↗

— Tony Leuzzi

#art

The northern star changes its position every ten thousand years, but friendships can last for all eternity. — RJPeters ↗

— R.J. Peters

#crime #fiction #horror #humor #murder

I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It's awful. If I'm on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I'm going, I'm liable to say I'm going to the opera. It's terrible. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#life #lying #life

If I was crazy, I'd throw the ball into the stands with the bases loaded. Now, that's crazy. If I was stupid, I'd throw the ball into center field with the bases loaded and a 3-2 count on the hitter. Now, that's stupid. ↗

— Joaquin Andujar

#bases #center #count #crazy #field

Wir würden ein Bett haben. Nach normalen Wochentagen würden wir uns todmüde daraufwerfen und wie zwei Steine schlafen. Am Sonntagmorgen würden wir darin ausschlafen, frühstücken und den Staub aus der Matratze lieben. ↗

— Floortje Zwigtman

#love #love