I respect the Hall of Fame, and if they think that I'm worthy enough, I would be very honored. And if they don't, I gave it all that I had to this game.
You should be able to voice your opinion and respect the voice of the other side. You should be willing to educate yourself and know what it is you're dealing with.
I think I have a certain respect for people, you know. And I guess a lot of times I expect that respect to go both ways.
When you do what you're supposed to do and don't complain much, I think the fans, media, players and front office appreciate and respect that.
The guy who enters pro sports hasn't run scared from the 7th grade on. Until he enters the pros, it's been nothing but roses.
I need music. It's like my heartbeat, so to speak. It keeps me going no matter what's going on - bad games, press, whatever!
For me, music makes my smile brighter during my workouts. It adds that extra something that motivates me to go further or work harder!
I was two years old when my mom put me in mommy and me classes. I always had a lot of energy so it was the perfect fit!
I take pride in knowing the NFL is pink in October, sparking conversations everywhere about breast cancer and prevention, all in the spirit of my mom.
My mom didn't let me play tackle until I was in high school. She didn't want me to get hurt.
Anyone who knows me knows my mom, Dorcina, has to sign off on any decision and that she will play a major part in any decision.
Rose Sayer: Mr. Allnut! Mr. Allnut, you may come in out of the rain!
Norther Winslow: Roses are red. Violets are blue. I love Spectre...
To tell you the truth, I thought I would be returning kicks and punts my whole career. I thought that was going to be my deal, and I was fine with that.
With 'New Rose Hotel,' I knew that I was getting paid a $100,000 fee to write, produce, and direct, and that's all I was going to get.
On valentine's day every girl should deserve a rose rather than one
Are we etched in stone or just scratched in the sand Waiting for the waves to come and reclaim the land? tightrope - stone roses
My roses are my jewels, the sun and moon my clocks, fruit and water my food and drink.
I rose from marsh mud algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs.
...and here is a bed of roses for the great king now beyond us and our petty little world.
That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet
