Callaway Quotes

Sometimes the smallest step in the right direction ends up being the biggest step of your life. Tiptoe if you must, but take a step.

In the darkest of times, laughter helps revolutionize our perspective.

The black devil and the blue devil: that was how he’d come to think of the two opposing sides of his nature. Since his early adolescence, the bloodthirsty pair had staked his mind as their battleground, and even now he could feel their presence, lurking, waiting to make their next move.

That was the way of relationships. If no one fought for them, they ended.

Love and hate are complicated emotions," Aiden said. "Sometimes they're the same.

It took me 17 years to get 3000 hits in baseball. I did it in one afternoon on the golf course.” —HANK AARON

I'd bring you flowers

Scottish writer George MacDonald once said, “No man ever sank under the burden of the day. It is when tomorrow’s burden is added to the burden of today that the weight is more than a man can bear. Never load yourself so.

There's an old Jewish saying: "Two things in the world you absolutely should not worry about: what can be fixed and what cannot be fixed. What can be fixed should be fixed at once, without worry. What cannot be fixed, can't be fixed - so why worry about it?

I am a Christian because of God's grace. I find it in no other faith system. The Christian gospel is rather simple. I love the way Tim Keller puts it: "I am so flawed that Jesus had to die for me, yet I am so loved and valued that Jesus was glad to die for me." The result is that I neither swagger nor snivel; I live with thanksgiving, overwhelmed and overjoyed by grace. This path seems to lead us to a place of needing to be noticed less often, and being less concerned with how we're thought of.

When it comes right down to it, the only way to face a crises that makes any sense at all - is together. And the only direction to face- is up.

You've never done well with authority, buttercup." With obvious satisfaction, Gavin added, "Except mine, of course." Percy decided to let him labor under the husbandly delusion.

Fortibus Fortuna Favet

Robert's extreme gift of intelligence," she said. "I wanted to give

time warp. But I was wrong. Something has changed." He

Her favorite Irish saying was 'may your right hand always be stretched out in friendship and never in want,

I know one very important truth. Life is not just in the end result but also in the journey. Don't forget to take a breath and look around every once in a while.

What's happened? What's wrong?" he asked. "I

ten years since he'd seen Sara, and

Tis true, then. I am a whore.

If you do not mind my saying, my lord, your wife is a fascinating woman." "Yes, she is," Nicholas muttered.

Introverts need a lot of space and time to think things over. You need solitude to think about matters. This solitude is essential because it allows you to recharge your energy.

We're stealing time from those who love us and giving it to those who don't. Our

large estates sat on the rugged hillsides with spectacular

His dark brown hair was on the short side, and he had an air of

I love San Francisco," she said. "I lived there when I was a child.

spine. She told herself not to get carried away. He was

A man is what he makes of himself, boy. I don't know you from Adam, but I sure as hell know you can do better than this.

......there's hope in love. And a world without hope is a sad one.

of him going back into that fire.

I’ll keep you safe. - Dean -

Hope can bloom in the most desolate places.

The first three years of our marriage were miserable. Until I got a divorce. A divorce from loving myself and seeking my own way. I was reading the book of Galatians one night when I stumbled on the verse, "I no longer live, but Christ lives in me" (2:20), and the most profound thought hit me: If I am dead, and Christ lives in me, can my wife see Him there? Finding the right person, I have since discovered, is less important than being the right person. The happiest married people I know discovered early on that the "better" comes after the "worse".

Being newly married myself, I can’t profess to have the knowledge that you all do. But my mama always said there’s one important adage to live by in marriage: to err is human—and to forgive, divine.

It falls simply to this: the right gentleman is the one who values you for who you are. Who sees your flaws and cares not a jot. When you are together, you love not only him," Marianne said, "but yourself.

FALSE EQUIVALENCY If you compare the Koch brothers to George Soros and you compare MSNBC to FOX News then why not compare the NAACP to the Ku Klux Klan, George Washington to King George, Abraham Lincoln to Jefferson Davis, Barack Obama to Vladimir Putin; If you compare the Democratic party to the Republican party then why not compare Citizens United with Brown versus Board of Education, Churchill to Mussolini, Martin Luther King to George Wallace; If you compare Liberals to Conservatives then why not compare Boxing to Cage Fighting, Mozart to Salieri, Edward Kennedy Ellington to Lawrence Welk, Three Card Monty to Inside Trading, John Birks Gillespie to Cab Callaway; If you are mentally slothful enough to engage in false equivalency, why not go all the way? Pretend that ignorance equates with knowledge, Science with Mythology and empathy with apathy?

We are gathered here today to bind these two in marriage. This filthy degenerate with this exquisite young beauty. Now, Miss, I have to tell you that you do not have to go through with this. There are always other fish in the sea, and if you like an older man in leather, there are plenty of options.” I growled at the cheeky bastard and he winked at me. Molly giggled. “Get on with it, Preacher.” He looked at Molly. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” “I’m sure.” He sighed dramatically. “You always were a lucky bastard, Callaway.

Like a caged bird, the truth fluttered within her breast. As far as she was concerned, it would remain there, forever and anon, for there was no point in releasing that foolish creature from captivity. Why set something free, only to have its wings clipped at first flight?

Ironically, I’ve spent years writing sensitive articles for women. Still, one lady wrote: “I have always viewed you with suspicion, knowing that if you were pushed to the limit, if you were forced to make a decision, you weren’t really one of us after all. Deep down inside, you are a guy.

I managed a polite smile, donned my oven mittens, and withdrew the tarts. “Let me tell you something, Dad. Guys today have biblical reasons for the way we are.” “You do?” “Sure,” I mused, “Uh...let me see...You remember Moses, right?” “Sure do. He led the Israelites in their Exodus from Egyptian slavery and oppression.” “That’s right. But did you ever wonder why he wandered in the wilderness for 40 years?” “That’s easy. It was because of his unbelief.” “No. Try again.” “Because he wanted the Children of Israel to really appreciate the Promised Land once they got there?” “No. The truth is, it took them so long because Moses refused to ask his wife for directions.

The thing about burying a Christian mother is that, amid all the tears, you find yourself mimicking the grin that characterized her life. She buried a husband, a son, and plenty of dreams, but never the hope that propelled her forward. Hope gives birth to thanksgiving and thanksgiving to joy. It doesn't spread as fast as a cold, but pretty close.

known as the middle." He tipped his head. "Yes. What about you? Big family?" "No. I'm an only child." It was part of the backstory she'd made up before coming to the island; it was also partly true. "I used to wish I had a big family." "It's not all it's cracked up to be," he said dryly. "A lot of noise and chaos." "And love," she suggested, feeling an ache that went deep into her

I was so fortunate. I was able to bury my gloom in beauty anytime I wanted. So could my peers. They could simple say a word, draft a check, and their land would overflow with the hope of nature. But it wasn’t so for people like this man. He would have to wait at the gates for the buds to blossom, never allowed to walk among them or smell the ricinus scent of boxwoods mingled with the honey clove of the roses. Something about the reality of that deprivation felt terribly wrong. Some folk who needed the healing of the wild beauty were the most barred from it.

What is one of the best or most worthwhile investments you’ve ever made? Investing in Cobra back in the early ’90s. My $ 1.8 million investment earned me $ 40 million after the company was bought by Acushnet. I rolled that money back into my business. The decision was a no-brainer for three reasons: My investment got me 12 percent of Cobra and the allocation of my investment was put to R& D. During this era, Callaway was the first to go to market with an oversize driver but neglected to follow up on oversize irons. We/ Cobra decided to attack this virgin market immediately by producing oversize irons for men and women, and we catered for the senior player, which had been left neglected. This decision was a solid rocket booster for Cobra’s massive growth in the marketplace. I was to remain an endorsed player representing Cobra for years to come, receiving an annual payment that would quickly recoup my initial investment. So, my ROI was always guaranteed, leaving me with 12 percent of a company that had hyper growth. I was the #1 player in the world during these halcyon times—a global player. So, fortunately for us, I was a needle-mover in regards to exposure in a sport that was booming in the ’80s, hence product promotion and awareness.

The tongue can be an ambassador of the heart. Or a deadly weapon. Somehow the Spirit of God took hold of me. I realized the devastating power of reckless words. And I began to pray that God would transform my tongue and use my words to bring healing and hope.

​Callaway was beside himself

I don't know. We're good together, but I have a lot of baggage." "Everyone does. It's nice when you can find someone willing to hold the bags.

Of course I'd love to protect my children from pain, but life happens instead. And as it comes along, so does mercy and- thank God- grace.

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I've traveled the world, I've searched the literature. Nothing has answered my questions like the life and words of Jesus. I'm not into religion, I'm into a relationship with him. Several years ago I was in a Seattle airport washroom during an earthquake (what a place to die!). I'd been on a trip to check out a job offering three times my current salary. I'd been dreaming about a step up the ladder, about all the stuff I could buy, all the prestige I could have. But the earthquake shook me hard. (As the place shook, the guy in the stall next to me yelled, 'Did I do that?') Back on the plane, I wrote down my definition of success on an airline napkin: 'I will consider myself a success when I'm walking close to Jesus every day, when I'm building a strong marriage and performing meaningful work. I'll consider myself a success when I'm making others homesick for heaven.' That's my life mission and I can't believe how much fun I'm having following it.

Using his lips, he teased her very slowly.

Using his lips, he teased her very slowly. It was a huge turn on, but she quickly wanted more.

Back when I was a devout Pharisee, I scowled at those who talked about grace, assuming they wanted both salvation and permission to do whatever they pleased. And when I came to discover grace as a biblical concept, it frightened me at first. The old idea of being saved by works has its benefits. It's a system where God owes you. You've been helping him out with all your good deeds. He can't very well put you through difficulty, since you're a taxpayer. You've paid your dues, you have your rights. But the beyond-belief teaching of grace is that we get what we can never pay for and more, including joy and hope and the desire to please him. I like living by God's grace a lot better than relying on my own efforts.

may have PTSD now, he thought. ​The store’s employees,

Princess Anne of England is not a golfer. She once said, “Golf seems to me an arduous way to go for a walk. I prefer to take the dogs out.” I understand completely. Sometimes golf irritates me, too. Sometimes it’s like driving a unicycle through a car wash. Who needs this much punishment? But, even so, I keep going back to it, perhaps more than I should. The sign on my office door says it all: This is the office of an avid golfer. If it’s a beautiful day, chances are I called in sick.

Everyone had to find out for themselves that most things were mistakes

The cake had two candles on it, a 1 and a 9. 19. I blew out the 1 and wished for all memories of Reed Callaway to disappear from my brain. I blew out the 9 and wished for Reed Callaway to text me happy birthday. Neither wish came true.

Money didn’t only buy comfort; it bought friends too. And despite not being at all contagious, poverty was clearly considered a plague.

children who had little found resourceful ways to achieve their goals. Children with everything, they had no need or yearning to work toward their goals.

than I

Problems are merely solutions waiting to happen.

Damn

blonde

He made love to you just an hour ago, you greedy wanton.

I don’t want your mother’s help, I want you, you bacon-brained lummox!” she exploded.

I always knew you were an angel. I just had no idea you were my own Guardian Angel.

I’ll always be here, Penny. That’s what marriage is. Being together through every season, no matter what it brings.

Fear is a cage,” Agatha persisted. “Truth is the key to setting you free.

I almost lost you. I don’t want to risk that again—” “Darling, you couldn’t lose me in Covent Garden on market day.

Livy’s nape tingled at the flinty look in Charlie’s eyes. The lady reminded her of a bumblebee: golden elegance that housed a deadly stinger.

Her presence had a way of banishing shadows, and given the darkness of the last week, he found himself craving her light.

When we are together like this, you may address me as Ben.” He tested her. “Or sir.

I like undressing you,” he murmured. She twisted her head, raising her brows at him. “You are remarkably practiced at it.

By Jove, you are a goddess, and I mean to worship at your temple.

You are going to learn to suck my cock,” he said. “And there are some things to keep in mind.” She eyed his member, swaying like a giant branch. Hmm, like…not choking? Aloud, she asked, “Such as?

Before Livy, he’d enjoyed dominance. With Livy, he craved it. Her surrender wasn’t just a game for an evening or a whim to indulge: it was an act of love and trust.

It is true that I have more experience in bedroom matters than you. But when it comes to love, real love, the kind that owns and completes you, that perseveres and never fails…” He tucked a tress behind her ear, his knuckles brushing tenderly against her cheek. “It turns out that I am a novice too.

You are a good man, little brother. Now go win the hand of the woman you love.

You were right, Emma.” He sounded slightly stunned. “Really, darling, one would think you would be used to it by now,” Mama said.

Because of you.” Papa tucked her hand in the crook of his arm, saying in an undertone, “Thank God you prepared me. I might have had a fit of apoplexy otherwise.

Ben went down on one knee. His eyes the warm blue of a summer night, he took out a box and opened the lid. Livy’s vision blurred at the sight of the ring: it was shaped like a delicate golden spider, its body a huge, faceted diamond.

Christ, Livy.” He cradled her face in his palms. He was shaking, and the sheen in his eyes brought joyful heat to her own. “You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted and still you find a way to give me more.

He stalked her, his voice a low growl. “No more lies, Olivia.” Uh-oh. He never calls me Olivia unless he’s furious. I’m in for it now.

I have been a fool,” he said, stunned. “Love makes fools of us all.

While Lady Olivia’s youth and inexperience may have led her to make some wrong choices, your experience and history also blinded you to certain truths.

In trying to protect you, I ended up pushing you away. I lost the one person who I love more than anything.

I’m yours,” she said instantly. “Oh, Ben, I’ve missed you so much!” His eyes flared with passion…and a hint of laughter. “Although I can’t deny that I missed you like the devil, sweeting, the truth is we were only apart for a few hours.

He stared at her. “You were dangling four stories above the ground, and you’re asking me if I am all right?

Never, ever had he lost control with Jane or any other woman. He'd never experienced the urge to tear the clothes from Jane's body. To grasp her hair in his palms and back her against a wall. To shove himself so hard and deep inside her that nothing but desire remained in her eyes. He'd never craved to see his own self reflected in her glassy, wanton gaze as he pounded into her, rooted himself in her sweet sex so thoroughly she could only pant his name—

Wisely, Charity did not reply. If she opened her mouth, there was no telling what might come out. One possibility being, "Do you actually think I'll say yes to that daft proposal, you giant lummox?

Her gaze traveled from his father to him, and at that moment he knew his emotions hung upon his sleeve. For once, he was powerless to hide them. Whatever she saw in his face caused her to blush, duck her head in a distinctly un-Marianne-like fashion. And hope blossomed where it oughtn't, the petals catching in the thorns of his dilemma.

Being a man of sizeable appetites, some means, and no purpose whatsoever, Paul found that his greatest enemy in life was restlessness. Fending off boredom was like fighting the Hydra of legend: each time he managed to lop off one head, two sprung back in its place. It seemed that nothing could defeat that monstrous sense of ... emptiness.

Charity was different. Her beauty didn't hit a man with the force of a tempest; no, her attractions unfolded gently, softly, like the blossoming after a spring rain. In fact, it took an observant man to notice the extent and depth of her loveliness, but once he did, he wanted it all to himself ...

For some reason, Paul's charisma and confidence seemed to evaporate around Charity. She made him feel awkward, like a bumbling schoolboy.

He murmured, "So the mouse can roar." "I am not a mouse," she managed to say.

All you can do is your best. The rest?" Samuel shrugged. "You live with it.

Self-possession is an excellent mask for insecurity," Marianne said wryly.

current began its pull toward the ocean,

If he actually used the organ between his ears for once, he had to admit that he and Charity were as mismatched as two left shoes. They had little in common: she was responsible, sensible, and self-disciplined whereas he was … not. Though he couldn't quite put his finger on the source of it, some ineffable tension seemed to charge their interactions.

Devil take it, you sent the note to deliberately goad me, didn't you? Why?" "We need to talk," she said. He braced his hands on his hips. "Why didn't you simply invite me over to tea, you infuriating woman?" "Conventionality has never been my way.