#team

The work of the individual still remains the spark that moves mankind ahead even more than teamwork. ↗

— Igor Sikorsky

#ahead #even #individual #mankind #more

I'd rather play with 10 people and just get penalized all the way until we have to do something else rather than play with 11 when I know that right now that person is not sold out to be a part of this team. ↗

— Mike Singletary

#get #i #just #know #now

But day in and day out, the most stimulating part of the work is being a member of a team of so many very bright, articulate and talented professionals. ↗

— Randy West

#being #bright #day #many #member

Players should know that if you can't make the contribution of the winning shot, that your attitude every day when you come to practice, or the positive contribution you make through cheering and keeping up team morale, is just as important in the overall picture. ↗

— Sue Wicks

#cheering #come #contribution #day #every

What I am proud of is I have searched for the best of me and I have been a team man without fail. ↗

— Jonny Wilkinson

#been #best #fail #i #i am

In managers, I look for people who can get things done through other people. The most important thing for a good manager is that the people on his team feel like he or she has integrity. ↗

— Sam Wyly

#feel #get #good #good manager #his

Working together as a team helps build a cohesive organization. ↗

— Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

#business-success #higherlife-international #ifeanyi-enoch-onuoha #leadership-torch #life-lessons

...because of the foulness of her mother's emotional river, a current which ran swift, changing its path without warning... ↗

— Tamara Rose Blodgett

#descriptive-prose #dystopia #from-review #paranormal-romance #post-apocalyptic

After my first coaching experience, the field looked more like Gettysburg than a normal defeat. But it wasn’t that bad, as only about half my team lay dead, while the rest were merely dying. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#coaching #dead #death #defeat #dying

Teammates...were fine things. Piling onto the bus before the game, edgy with shared nerves, egging one another on with the genial, meaningless phrase C'mon, you guys!, collapsing back into the same seats for the ride home—the sense of striving in accord had been a sweet part of high school. Possibly the sweetest. But the camaraderie had not survived graduation, or even the off-seasons. Her teammates, passing in the school corridors in winter or spring, were downshifted to nodding acquaintances who had once been close, that past connection floating off like cotton candy on the tongue. ↗

— Jean Hanff Korelitz

#high-school #teammates #friendship