I've got a personal trainer, and I train three times a week.
Because of my Calvinistic upbringing, I was trained to think that what you do has to have a purpose.
It won't be a question of how well-trained or well-equipped the army is but one of the authority it serves.
My wife is a classically trained piano player, and she also orchestrates.
Most managers were trained to be the thing they most despise - bureaucrats.
I think training of better Youth Coaches is essential.
I didn't give myself enough breaks during the training year to recover. I didn't understand the power of periodization.
I find that dancers are only well trained in ballet these days.
I think any classical training in the theatre is of enormous value.
I'll keep doing my training and I'm sure the goals will come.
Training's completely different now. It used to be a lot of running and work without the ball. Now it's all with the ball, which any player loves.
As a filmmaker I find it much more rewarding to work with actors who are classically trained. It's about the work and only the work.
You can work really hard, but if you're not training in the right way you're not going to improve and get to the level that you want to.
Every day I work my guts out in training, every match I play my heart out.
Thankfully, God has shown us that hope, in its million different forms, always springs from three primary colors: justice, mercy, and love.
Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.
Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their knees and their souls are riven and they cry out to Him and there is no fear but only wildness of heart that springs from such longing...
Ah well, I suppose that's the problem with trying to make others follow your own beliefs: what starts out as spiritual ardor too often becomes arrogance and bigotry.
My wife was saying to me just the other day how she's noticed a spring in my step lately. That was because I thought you were gone forever.' 'I missed you too, Thurid.
Scott had some sort of power, or force field. In essence, he was like fucking gay guy repellant. Not a single gay guy would come anywhere near me, let alone talk to or hit on me when he was around.
What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, That my songs do not show me at all? For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire, I am an answer, they are only a call
