Crossover Quotes

Basketball Rule #1 In this game of life your family is the court and the ball is your heart. No matter how good you are, no matter how down you get, always leave your heart on the court.

Getting eaten by a giant crocodile was bad enough. The kid with the glowing sword only made my day worse.

Basketball rule #3 Never let anyone lower your goals. Others’ expectations of you are determined by their limitations of life. The sky is your limit, sons. Always shoot for the sun and you will shine.

Basketball Rule #4 If you miss enough of life's free throws you will pay in the end.

…You’re throwing us away because you’re afraid to let yourself fall in love. You’re searching for something that isn’t real. You’re not Eric Stone. He’s your protagonist. Eric Stone is make-believe and life isn’t an adventure novel.

Awkward. Sorry." "Don't be," Sadie said. "I'll rather enjoy bashing my brother's face in.

Basketball Rule #5 When you stop playing your game you've already lost.

There can be tremendous loneliness in the crossover to a soul-centered life. Walking through uncharted territory often means walking alone. This is particularly true in the transition stages before we find a conscious soulpod. It can be like primary school all over again—who will be my first real friends?

Basketball Rule #10 A loss is inevitable, like snow in winter. True champions learn to dance through the storm.

Bullies don't like to fight, son. They like to win. Being afraid is normal. The only fight you really have to win is the one against the fear.

Do you think that people ever really do believe they will die, that the world will just go along as always without them? I wonder if we aren't all a little surprised at the moment of crossover, if we don't look back over our shoulders saying, Now hold on.

On any other day, being fired would rank pretty high on Karlee’s stress-o-meter. But today wasn’t any other day. Inhaled into Shade’s memory, Karlee watch her friend dropped from a cliff. She still hadn’t processed it. Shade likely died from her injuries. That meant Shad had been murdered.

A selfish man would never visit a comatose woman every day for two months. He wouldn’t have done what was best for everyone involved, or given an employee a proper burial. These are the acts of a loving man––a man who cared too much.” “What are you saying?” “Sara’s my biological mother.

THOSE WHO SAID IT CAN'T BE DONE...SHOULDN'T GET IN MY WAY WHILE I'M DOING IT!

I brought a few old photos of Villageport. I didn’t know you were blind. I hoped you could put some names to the pictures.” “Eyes aren’t the only way to see, young lady.

Talk about delusional. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree. His mother’s doctor reported she’d recently been plagued by wild imaginings, too. Make believe ran in his family. He was nuttier than a jar of peanut butter.

Basketball Rule #6 A great team has a good scorer with a teammate who's on point and ready to assist.

Whatever you did to make that sweet little cheerleader out on your deck ignore you so completely. Do me a favor and give her my number when you call it quits. She could use a little of the Jim-meister’s lovin’.

Do you think she’s crossed over? I mean, I’ve always wanted her to figure things out, but I never expected her to cross over the very instant she remembered. What if she’s gone?” “We’ll celebrate.” Still, she kept quiet. “I know it’s difficult to believe, but something is going on. Sara is not like this. She would never do anything to hurt me. I didn’t even say good-bye.

Talking to spirits is how you free them. Listening to them is how you help them crossover.

Basketball Rule #2 (random text from Dad) Hustle dig Grind push Run fast Change pivot Chase pull Aim shoot Work smart Live smarter Play hard Practice harder

She watched the clip several times—enough times to know w certainty her father had nothing to do with the crash. He’d done everything in his power to stop the car and avoid the truck. Someone else had been driving.

Basketball Rule #7 Rebounding is the art of anticipating, of always being prepared to grab it. But you can't drop the ball.

The poems were cool. The best ones were like bombs, and when all the right words came together it was like an explosion.

It seemed her biological father was a saint. Except for the one mistake, the man who didn’t make mistakes, made. Her.

Never let anyone lower your goals. Others' expectations of you are determined my their limitations of life. The sky is your limit, sons. Always shoot for the sun, and you will shine.

Marriage isn’t a prison,” Karlee said. “It’s not supposed to hold two people captive.” “It’s not a prison, it’s a fortress. Marry me. Because you love me. Because of the baby. Because you want to protect our love.” “And all this time I thought you were afraid of commitment.” “I am,” Cole said. “I’m terrified you won’t make one.

I think being an adult must be confusing as hell.

Books are fun, Nicholas, he says, they're like amusement parks for readers. Yeah, well, maybe they would be fun if I got to pick the rides sometimes, you answer

I don’t want to leave. I’m not sure how to carry on without you. We’ve always been together. “And that will never change. You’ll still be able to watch over me and keep me safe.” I’m not going to say goodbye then. See you later? “You bet,” Karlee said. “But not for another sixty years or so.

You will only know the road, until you have travel on it.

In Vietnam, the statistically minded war managers focused, above all, on the notion of achieving a “crossover point”: the moment when American soldiers would be killing more enemies than their Vietnamese opponents could replace.

Well, no. I'm not saying I'm not enjoying this immensely. She feels heavenly in my arms. Fits perfectly. And if we are fated, the least you can do is let me hold her." Jasper to Dodge (Crossover)

Own the sadness, don’t let it own you.

In this life, rain’s gonna fall, but the sun will shine again,

Basketball Rule #9 When the game is on the line, don't fear. Grab the ball. Take it to the hoop.

tricks are for kids,

Basketball Rule #8 Sometimes you have to lean back a little and fade away to get the best shot.

...it's just one miss, but you're gonna have a whole lotta makes in this life, 'cause you're just that good, and it's okay to be down and upset as long as you're not down and out

I mean, that was the code, wasn’t it? Single girls and taken guys weren’t allowed to be friends. The leash always got in the way.

If they've managed to bring more firepower than us, we deserve to lose. But we aren't going to lose, because we're the Page sisters and we're librarians.

Sometimes it’s the things that aren’t said that kill you.

Yes, and our kid brother Superhero has died so many times that the readers barely even notice anymore.

He's no longer listening to music, but his tears are loud enough to dance to.

You are the embodiment of greed. You’re all that’s left of a malevolent creature some call a windigo. You’re gluttony, decay and death.

He switched off the car and spun. The woman disappeared. He flipped forward and saw the reflection. The woman stuck out her tongue. “What the hell?” Cole said. “I want answers and I want them now.” “Answers about what?” “I’ve been watching you watching her, all day long,” he said. “Don’t deny it.” “What exactly are you saying?” Karlee jerked her head forward, and her mouth fell open. He felt like a crazy fool. “You know what I’m talking about. The... uh...thing that is sitting in the back seat of this car?

When you have bewitched or assassinated the unwelcome, whoever remains, however useless & boring, must be the only audience you still have left!" -- Warlock Holmes, the Cumber-Batching Speech Not only my advisers considered the quote above the best I got done at all on the Sherlock Crossover now lying in my failed projects folder...

Sometimes it's the things that aren't said that kill you" -Josh

Did y’all arrest Uncle Bob’s turkey? It was just criminal what he did to that bird, wasn’t it? You

Never let anyone lower your goals. Others' expectations of you are determined by their limitations of life.

It does not take a math genius to understand that when you subtract a mother from the equation what remains is negative.

A loss is inevitable, like snow in winter. True champions learn to dance through the storm.

Many people make their way to user experience by crossing over from an adjacent field. These crossovers are the people who are carrying UX forward, taking it to new levels and new organizations.

There should be a Stage IV of black identity—Unmitigated Blackness. I’m not sure what Unmitigated Blackness is, but whatever it is, it doesn’t sell. On the surface Unmitigated Blackness is a seeming unwillingness to succeed. It’s Donald Goines, Chester Himes, Abbey Lincoln, Marcus Garvey, Alfre Woodard, and the serious black actor. It’s Tiparillos, chitterlings, and a night in jail. It’s the crossover dribble and wearing house shoes outside. It’s “whereas” and “things of that nature.” It’s our beautiful hands and our fucked-up feet. Unmitigated Blackness is simply not giving a fuck. Clarence Cooper, Charlie Parker, Richard Pryor, Maya Deren, Sun Ra, Mizoguchi, Frida Kahlo, black-and-white Godard, Céline, Gong Li, David Hammons, Björk, and the Wu-Tang Clan in any of their hooded permutations. Unmitigated Blackness is essays passing for fiction. It’s the realization that there are no absolutes, except when there are. It’s the acceptance of contradiction not being a sin and a crime but a human frailty like split ends and libertarianism. Unmitigated Blackness is coming to the realization that as fucked up and meaningless as it all is, sometimes it’s the nihilism that makes life worth living. Sitting

You love me? Like summer loves short nights.   Get a checkup, then. Only cure I need is you.   I’m serious about this, Chuck. Only doctor I need is Dr. Crystal Bell. Now come here . . .   And then there is silence, so I put the pillow over my head because when they stop talking,   I know what that means. Uggghh!

What's Shlova?" He started behind me. "When did I say that?" "This morning, when we started off. Before you got mad at Dodge. You said,'we better get going, Shlova'." "Oh. Well, it means love." His voice was quiet.

The forced conversation. The requisite swapping of biographical details, the desperate trawl for some crossover. Anything to distract from the basic commerce of the transaction, the deception at its heart: as if any of this would make you more attractive, would even out the unfairness of how beauty or privilege was handed out.

One second she’s all timid, and then reeoowr! Hellcat.

All because I fell in love with a madman.

Who can gauge all the ways in which the Gods who've created you craft your life?

In this game of life your family is the court and the ball is your heart. No matter how good you are, no matter how down you get, always leave your heart on the court.

If you let me in, I’ll make sure you never worry about anything. All I want is for you to be happy, Em. I’ve waited a long time for this. I’m not goin’ to let it go.

Always shoot for the sun and you will shine.

Silence doesn’t mean we have run out of things to say, only that we are trying not to say them.

It was as if this early promiscuous mingling of races and ideas, modes of dress and ways of living, was something that was on no one’s agenda and suited nobody’s version of events. All sides seemed, for different reasons, to be slightly embarrassed by this moment of crossover, which they preferred to pretend had never happened. It is, after all, always easier to see things in black and white.

We all have our own road to walk. Whether rocky, curving, straight or smooth, what good is a lonely road? It’s when we run and intersect with other roads that defines our road. When road meets road do we get direction, and choices to cross into another life.

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It's just hard to love someone who cancels the cable right before the Walking Dead marathon.

I’m not telling you to get married. I’m telling you to get railed.

Don’t let the horrible nature of the waters prevent you from crossing the rivers of life. The more horrible the challenges we face, the sweeter the joy of conquering them.

More than anything in this world or the one you just came from," he whispered. "That's how much I love you.

Finally I am dying. And breathing deeply for the first time, I see traces of God in everything.

you don’t let us out, I’m going to pound you!

When you stop playing your game you’ve already lost.

Bullies don’t like to fight, son. They like to win. Being afraid is normal. The only fight you really have to win is the one against the fear.

Cooper is everything I want and nothing I should have. And the truth is that I’m falling in love with him. If I’m honest with myself, I have been for a long time.

Don’t you see I need to be here so they can fix the damage that’s been done to my heart? Who’s gonna fix the damage that’s been done to mine?

I can't lose you," he whispered. "The thought of you getting hurt, or worse..." His voice caught in his throat. He took a deep breath then turned and looked down at me. "I finally just found you.

Isn't it interesting how some life-changing devastations are actually like the crossover switches on train tracks that take you in a totally new direction, often forcing you onto the path you were supposed to be on all along?

Most of our fan experiences include many touching moments. There are even fans who have told us that our music saved their lives and that is very powerful to hear and to realize, that our music can make such a profound difference.

Daddy and I left the End this morning. He is meeting with some of the leaders in Capitol City and he said I could come with him. But, the meetings were boring, so I thought I’d come see you guys.” “You mean, make fun of me, don’t you?” Jimmy said bitterly, crossing his arms in front of his chest and pouting. Princes Tina giggled. “It’s just so easy to do that.

is a MYTHical MANchild Of rather dubious distinction Always AGITATING COMBINATING and ELEVATING his game He dribbles fakes then takes the ROCK to the glass, fast, and on BLAST But watch out when he shoots or you’ll get SCHOOLed FOOLed UNCOOLed ’Cause when FILTHY gets hot He has a SLAMMERIFIC SHOT It’s Dunkalicious CLASSY Supersonic SASSY and D O W N right in your face mcNASTY

I’ve waited a long time to feel this way. To not give a shit about kissin’ a girl in the middle of wherever we are. To want nothing but to wrap my arms around her any chance I get. I’ve waited a long time for you, Emily. I’m not sure I’ll be able to let you go.

We're not arguing about it, Shawn. We're staying." Shawn stared at her with narrowed eyes. Jasper burst out laughing. I elbowed him. "What's so funny?" "You. Both of you. Do they raise you to be like that? By the moons, I feel sorry for every man that lives over there!

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You know, Chuck, You're not always gonna swish. You gonna miss some. Heck, you gonna miss a lot. That's the way the rel world works. But you gotta grab the ball and keep shooting. You understand? I tell you what, though, you'll make a lot more than you miss if you're not always going for the flash and flair.

I may have said that stories can have a multitude of false starts. But now that I think about it, I'm not sure there's any such thing. It's sort of like the best comics — frames burst into one another, and colours bleed between lines, and the richness of a universe is only fully graspable when you understand the prequels and crossovers and spin-offs and stuff. Like the superhero stories that veer through a thousand different incarnations, with no beginning or end. It's possible that this is a rubbish metaphor. My point is, most stories can only start when you place yourself in them. And I think I'm ready, finally, to draw myself in mine.

Most importantly, they’re delicious,” Carl said. “I bet you’ve never had one the way I can make it: with sour cream and chives.” Mom winked at him. Carl snorted. “The best filling for a baked potato is a second baked potato, but I’m willing to give this ‘skewer cream’ thing a try. Potatoes are awesome no matter how you have them.

I tend to forget how important she is." Jasper looked into his brother's brown eyes and remembered when they had sat and talked when they were young. "I mean, I know how important she is to me. If something were to happen to her, I may as well let the same happen to me. But it's easy to forget why she is here. That she didn't just come back to make me happy.

My hopes for pie died on the sidewalk. There went my grin.

Boys with no self-control become men behind bars" -Crystal

Nice to meet ya, human. I’m Wraith.” The demon grinned, flashing vicious-looking fangs. “And I’ll be your guide to the nightmares that live in your brain.

I was a big believer in bags-within-bags. So, I had a blue pouch for pens, a pink pouch for emergency meds and band-aids, an orange polka dot pouch for cereal bars and chewing gum…

Nine years ago, my sister handed me a paperback she had picked up in an airport shop on her way to India. It was a gloomy-looking book, with a black an white photo of a steam train approaching through fog on the cover. Cutting across the top of the photo was . . . an author's name I did not know: J.K. Rowling. I began to read the novel and by page three, I was hooked.

Nintendo not letting itself make a browser Mario game has not stopped a flash flood of in-browser Mario games. Super Mario Flash, New Super Mario Bros. Flash, Infinite Mario, and the amazing Super Mario Crossover, which lets you play the original SMB games using characters from Castlevania, Excitebike, Ninja Gaidan, and more. (If you like that, try Abobo's Big Adventure.) There are free (and unlicensed) Mario games where he rides a motorbike, takes a shotgun to the Mushroom Kingdom, decides to fight with his fists, is replaced by Sonic, replaces Pac-Man in a maze game, and plays dress-up. They receive no admonition from Nintendo's once-ferocious legal department. Why not? Iwata's explanation is commonsensical: "[I]t would not be appropriate if we treated people who did someone based on affection for Nintendo as criminals." This is also why no one has been told by lawyers to stop selling Wario-as-a-pimp T-shirts.

This is Declan.” Declan nodded. “Mr…Reaper.” Azagoth grunted. “So you’re the human who stole my daughter from me.” “I didn’t steal her from you, sir.” Declan wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her tight against his big chest. “She’ll always be your daughter. I’m just here to worship her.

Baked potatoes,” said Carl. “Baked potatoes, baked potatoes, baked potatoes, baked potatoes, baked potatoes, baked potatoes, baked potatoes, baked potatoes, baked potatoes, baked potatoes, baked potatoes, baked potatoes, baked potatoes, baked potatoes, baked potatoes, baked potatoes, baked potatoes.

In relation to “Killing Me Softly,” I was surely a poseur, the kind of coward to whom crossover albums were marketed or, worse yet, someone co-opting someone else’s bad experience. And yet, now, in the Tower Records, I understood that there was a sense in which “Killing Me Softly” was just a song—it itself wasn’t the cursive font in which the titles were printed, which made me think of a tattoo, and caused me to feel sheltered and useless. I ended up buying the cassette single, because it was only two dollars, and because it seemed more honest about just being into the most popular song on the album.

The Reverse Motte & Bailey Trojan Horse strategy involves three elements. First, unlike the Motte & Bailey, a motte (uncontroversial) position is proposed by one or multiple Woke participants. Second, the motte position is usually inserted through the use of a Woke crossover word. Third, once the Woke crossover word has been accepted and integrated into the situation (this can take a long time), it is then maintained by the Woke participant(s) that the correct interpretation of the crossover word is the extreme Critical Social Justice meaning. As such, the Trojan horse is the Woke crossover word, which goes unnoticed until the overt advance is made.

Crossover' is a word scientists use to describe dolphins' soaring over seas, their traveling so free and fast, so high-spirited and almost effervescent that their sleek bodies barely skim the waves. The suggestion of splashes from tail and pectoral leaves a luminous wake across the water. For these crossover miles, the dolphins, like their human terrestrial mammal kin, belong more to the element of air than the sea.... Held in [the dolphins'] fluid embrace, I pulled my arms close against my sides and our communal speed increased... Racing around the lagoon, I opened my eyes again to see nothing but an emerald underwater blur. And then I remembered what I had either forgotten long ago or never quite fully realized. This feeling of being carried along by other animals was familiar. Animals had carried me all my life. I was a crossover--carried along in the generous and instructive slipstream of other species. And I had always navigated my life with them in mind, going between the human and animal worlds--a crossover myself. By including animals in my life I was always engaging with the Other, imagining the animal mind and life. For almost half a century, my bond with animals had shaped my character and revealed the world to me. At every turning point in my life an animal had mirrored or influenced my fate. Mine was not simply a life with other animals, but a life because of animals. It had been this way since my beginning, born on a forest lookout station in the High Sierras, surrounded by millions of acres of wilderness and many more animals than humans. Since infancy, the first faces I imprinted, the first faces I ever really loved, were animal.