Every step, whether at high school or at college or at the NFL, I had to climb and crawl and scratch to get there.
I still regret that I never played soccer in high school. I chose basketball over soccer.
In high school, I weighed 175 to 180. I looked like Abraham Lincoln. I was 6-foot-3, biggest thing in the class, but tall, not fat.
I like singing as much as I like acting, and all through high school I thought I might be a Broadway singer.
I've always been a writer, and in high school, I was the editor of my school newspaper and I got a writing scholarship. It's always been a passion of mine.
Once bitten by an adder, you will never walk through the high grass again.
Woe to the high spirited bride whose mother-in-law is still alive.
Don't raise your club so high; it will only fall on your head.
Though a tree grow ever so high, the falling leaves return to the ground.
Through their donations and work for voluntary organizations, the charitable rich exert enormous influence in society. As philanthropists, they acquire status within and outside of their class. Although private wealth is the basis of the hegemony of ...
It could have been quite worse," he agreed magnanimously. "And those two guys who felt up your butt while the maintenance dude was working on that hinge were kicked out because they violated the 'must have fondler's consent' rule, or so that pink-hai...
Dr. Ellie Sattler: [Ellie walks into a wall of the maintenance shed] Dead end. John Hammond: Uh, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Yes, there should have been a right turn back there somewhere... Dr. Ian Malcolm: [Malcolm grabs the radio off of Hammond] ...
High school and college students like to torture their bodies. They pull countless all-nighters, continually skip breakfast, eat nothing but ramen noodles for dinner, find creative new ways to guzzle alcohol, transform into couch potatoes, and gain 1...
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work-- I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years, and th...
If there is a hard, high wall and an egg that breaks against it, no matter how right the wall or how wrong the egg, I will stand on the side of the egg. Why? Because each of us is an egg, a unique soul enclosed in a fragile egg. Each of us is confron...
No matter how high a bird can fly, it still has to look for food on the ground.
Though a tree grows ever so high, the falling leaves return to its roots.
Tyler was just like any other girl now. She was manipulative and greedy. She was a witch in fucking sexy high heels.
Well, it all started when I figured out that the janitor at my high school was the Angel of Death…
... at thirty-two she had less dating experience than the average high school student.
I managed my life to the point that at age 19 I was still in high school. I decided I was too old to be walking down those hallways.
