#owen

I started the 1998 World Cup with Teddy Sheringham up front but always planned for Michael Owen to face Colombia in our final group game because they defended square and a quick striker would be able to exploit the space behind them. ↗

— Glenn Hoddle

#always #because #behind #colombia #cup

We've got another nominee coming up, well qualified, Texas Supreme Court Justice Priscilla Owens has a tremendous reputation, tremendous record, but they are already marshalling their forces to try to stop that nomination. ↗

— Jay Alan Sekulow

#another #coming #court #forces #got

There's a lot of dancing in football. You can see Victor Cruz doing a little bit of a cha-cha or samba move in the end zone. You can see Terrell Owens getting his popcorn ready. You can see Ochocinco doing the riverdance. But not so much when it comes to ballroom. ↗

— Emmitt Smith

#bit #comes #cruz #dancing #doing

Even when I'm not directing, that doesn't stop Owen from having ideas for what I should be doing. ↗

— Ben Stiller

#doing #even #having #i #ideas

Seniors get to do all the jolly things," Owen complained as they walked to archery practice that first day. Neal glared at the chubby second-year with all the royal disdain of a vexed lion. He was limping from a staff blow to the knee. "You are a bloody minded-savage," he informed Owen sternly. "I hope you are kidnapped by centaurs. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#neal #owen #information

Carpe Scrotum. Seize life by the testicles ↗

— Rowena Cherry

#humor #knight-s-fork #romance #rowena-cherry #humor

They spent their days together and their nights dreaming of one another. ↗

— Joanne Owen

#the-alchemist-and-the-angel #dreams

In Anger Management,' he said,'we had to do all this role-playing stuff. You know, to get used to handling things in a less volatile way.' 'You role-played,' I said, trying to picture this. 'I had to. It was court-ordered. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#humor #just-listen #owen #role-playing #sarah-dessen

Staring at the floor, she didn't even look up as the final contestant entered. Not until she heard a deep, rich baritone that filled the hall with the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. Her heart pounding, she looked up to see Stryder holding his mother's lute. Only it wasn't a love song he sang. More like a limerick, it was a song about a woman who fancied herself a goose. And a man who gobbled her up. Laughter and applause rang out as soon as he strummed the last note. Breathe, breathe. It was the only thing Rowena could think. And even that couldn't get her to take a breath as Stryder approached her. He smoothed her hair and straightened her feathered crown. "Methinks my goose has molted." Rowena laughed as more tears streaked down her face. ↗

— Kinley MacGregor

#kinley-macgregor #rowena #stryder #beauty

Does it have a name? All of these fancy magical weapons usually have names." Bishop glared at her. "Yeah. I like to call it Goldie." "You're funny for an angel." "Not really. I'm just inspired at the moment. ↗

— Michelle Rowen

#dark-kiss #michelle-rowen #funny