Curveball Quotes

When misfortune has thrown us a curveball, and the tentacles of desperation are freezing our mind, foreshadowing a hustle-bustle of confusion, we must inflame the power of our imagination. Let us take a walk on the path of groundbreaking change, take daring initiatives, and create a scheme of inventive intentions, gradually paving the way to a new setting, assessing each stage thoughtfully. ("Check and mate")

A good friend will come and bail you out of jail, but a best friend will be sitting next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'!

Just when you think you know who you are, life has this way of throwing a curveball and landing you back in the town of confusion; population: a vast majority of the human race.

She had fouled off of the curves that life had thrown at her.

Life will throw you major curveballs, but it’s rare you can do much more than duck.

YOU MIGHT THINK FINDING YOURSELF is tough and ends in high school. I wish that were true. Finding yourself is a lifelong journey. Just when you think you know who you are, life has this way of throwing a curveball and landing you back in the town of confusion; population: a vast majority of the human race.

If life gives you a curveball, then be the catcher and catch it.

An artistic perspective will jab at you from a different angle; its logic comes like a pitcher with a curveball.

We’re all human and we all screw up. We all make big, messy, life-altering mistakes, and sometimes it’s for selfish, superficial reasons like what I did…and sometimes it’s because the universe throws you a curveball, forcing you in a direction you never saw coming.

Ah, well. There was no sense in brooding over it. Life never stays the same. There’s always some kind of curveball coming at you. Nothing to do but swing away.

My mom always told me that when you’re doing what you’re supposed to do, the universe will help you out. It may throw you a few curveballs, but they’re all in the name of a good cause. Once you leave your path behind, that’s when you start swimming upstream. It’s good advice.

It reminded me that pain was necessary. Pain was life's curveball. Without it, we would never appreciate what it felt like to be loved.

Just that what happens today or next week or next year isn't necessarily the way things are always going to be. As soon as you settle into a routine, life throws you a curveball. Sometimes you hit it, sometimes you don't.

Life is just a series of curveballs thrown at you. Some knock you down. Some you hit over the fence, making you feel like a winner until the next one comes barreling by. It’s how you react to those that knock you down that define you.

I may not find joy every day. Some days will just be hard, and I will simply exist, and that’s okay, too. No one should have to be happy all the time—no one can be, with the ways in which life throws curveballs at us. On those days, it’s important not to mourn the lack of joy but to remember how it feels, to remember that to feel at all is one of the greatest gifts we have in life. When that doesn’t work, we can remind ourselves that the absence of joy isn’t permanent; it’s just the way life works sometimes. The reality of disability and joy means accepting that not every day is good but every day has openings for small pockets of joy.

Life throws you curveballs. You have to learn how to knock ’em out of the park’.

Pain was life's curveball. Without it, we would never appreciate what it felt like to be loved.

Those are my favorite kind of punchlines. The curveballs that make total sense. Like you think the joke can only end with A or B, and somehow, the comedian finds C.

Any time life threw Melanie a curveball, she merely threw her hands up and shouted, “Plot twist!

When life throws a curveball, you have a decision. You can go on being angry and empty, or you can move toward peace. It’s living or dying. Choose the path that makes you feel alive.

For years, i lived my life, waiting for the other shoe to drop... i thought control was something i could have over my life. My goal was to live life, in such a way, that i would never again have to suffer any form of trauma or abuse that would remind me of my painful past. I was living life on a tightrope of tension. I was only happy when things went smoothly and came apart at the seams when i was thrown a curveball. NOW, i realize, that the key to happiness is surrendering to the illusion of control. And to trust that, no matter what happens to me, i have the infinite inner-wisdom and strength to find my way through.

Life has thrown you a curveball, baby. But it don't mean you need to throw all you know out the winda' neither. The Lawd is gonna give you another chance at love but you must be smart about it.

But from where I'm sitting, it's two smart, loving adults who are navigating a curveball in the best way they know how. It's two people who were both a little lost until they ended up on the same path and walked together for a while. It's two people who are happier in each other's company than they are alone. Better together than they are apart.

There is not a single loophole or curveball or open trench to fall into for the man or woman who walks the path that Christ walks. When He says, "Come, Follow Me" (Luke 18:22), He means that He knows where the quicksand is and where the thorns are and the best way to handle the slippery slope near the summit of our personal mountains. He knows it all, and He knows the way. He is the way.

I'm not looking for love," she tried to explain."If it comes my way, that makes it twice as special.

Life throws these curveballs at you so you’ll grow from them, so you’ll become the best possible version of you.

Life is this crazy combination of love and risk and loss; then, just when you think you have it figured out, it throws you a curveball.

Do you always touch strangers?” I question, trying to ignore the warmth of his hand and the way I have to remember to breathe. “You’ve been upgraded to acquaintance,” he winks. “This is completely appropriate.

It's all just hormones, my friend. You might as well just say you're in testosterone with somebody. And if you're really lucky, she might be in estrogen with you.

Adrenaline is my drug of choice.

I never wanted you lost, Em, only to find me.

The media not only fans our fears, it comforts us in our hubris. Nearly every scare story comes with a Message: You can take control. You can do something to keep bad things from happening to your children and to keep life from throwing you curveballs.

When the gods look down and fuck up your world, when the map you have laid out for your life has been ripped out of your hands, you are left somehow impotent and abandoned. And with the knowledge that the nature of your mortality is not a given. That life is a process of cause and effect, and however much you might side-step the cracks, stay away from the edge, keep on walking past the open windows, no one can prepare you for the utter shock of the backflip, the left-field pitch, the curveball, that knocks all that you are, all that you have known, for shit. If it’s coming for you, it’s coming for you. No point trying to hide from it.

Ben: You know what's really great about baseball? Lindsey Meeks: Hmm? Ben: You can't fake it. You know, anything else in life you don't have to be great in - business, music, art - I mean you can get lucky. Lindsey Meeks: Really? Ben: Yeah, you can fool everyone for awhile, you know? It's like - not - not baseball. You can either hit a curveball or you can't. That's the way it works... Lindsey Meeks: Hmm. Ben: You know? Ben: You can have a lucky day, sure, but you can't have a lucky career. It's a little like math. It's orderly. Win or lose, it's fair. It all adds up. It's, like, not as confusing or as ambiguous as, uh... Lindsey Meeks: Life? Ben: Yeah. It's - it's safe.

Celibate? He lived and breathed sex. Considered sex the eighth wonder of the world. Suffering blue balls was for teenagers. Not grown men.

You never know when life will throw you that curveball, and snap away something dear to you within the blink of an eye.

But sometimes, the curveballs end up smacking us in the chest and close to the heart, leaving bruises that never seem to heal.

Life keeps throwing curveballs at you but, it's not how you miss it's who you get back up.

When life throws you a curveball, embrace the chaos, and turn it into your competitive advantage by shifting your mindset and transforming adversity into opportunity.

because what do we really control but how we react to life’s curveballs?

Life will throw unexpected curveballs that challenge everything you believe. In those moments, take a step back, focus on your inner strength, and turn to God for guidance to help you navigate the day.

I hated how sometimes life threw you a curveball—how you thought you were going to make some money selling a stolen tiger to make your dad proud, but then all the sudden there were drugs instead of money and then you were probably going to relapse mostly because you didn’t want to disappoint your best friend who had recently drawn a very funny cartoon about an octopus on your ass cheeks that would not come off your body no matter how hard you scrubbed.

I think it’s best to go into things with an open mind and see if the other person makes you want to fight to make this world better for their sake, and if they don’t motivate you to want to become the next Batman, then they’re not right for you. From:

when the science community shuts its collective mind to what Mother Nature might do because it’s just too scary to contemplate, as some have done with Ebola virus transmission, we surely won’t be better prepared for the next biologic curveball, whatever it happens to be.

You support me when I falter, and give me strength to bear the pain of my past. You make me laugh until I hurt, and soothe me when I’m tied up inside. It’s funny how things work out, how life can throw curveballs, yet two people wind up exactly where they’re supposed to be.

But then life threw her another curveball. And when she once again began picking up the pieces, learning how to survive and rebuild after everything exploded, there was only one man still there, one man who remained by her side, showing her that sometimes life isn’t about learning how to survive… It’s about learning how to thrive.

David stared right back. The head games were fun for David. Of course, if he could manage to get a hit, it would be even better. The second pitch was a curveball and David didn't come close to making contact. "Strike two!" said the ump even louder. David kept his mouth shut this time. For some reason, David felt more confident than he had before,

I'm so far gone, every song I listen to brings me to thoughts of her.

Birthdays should come every day. Especially when you missed so many as a kid.

Secondhand pieces have the most soul.

it reflects the inevitable need of us humans to adjust to how we understand God by virtue of when and where we live and what issues we are facing.

Every exam, every tournament, every match, every recital—there’s always some wrinkle, some misplaced calculator or sudden headache, a glaring sun or an unexpected essay question. At bottom, interleaving is a way of building into our daily practice not only a dose of review but also an element of surprise. “The brain is exquisitely tuned to pick up incongruities, all of our work tells us that,” said Michael Inzlicht, a neuroscientist at the University of Toronto. “Seeing something that’s out of order or out of place wakes the brain up, in effect, and prompts the subconscious to process the information more deeply: ‘Why is this here?’ ” Mixed-up practice doesn’t just build overall dexterity and prompt active discrimination. It helps prepare us for life’s curveballs, literal and figurative.

The president of Harvard University from 1869 to 1909, Charles William Eliot, thought that ball-carriers in football ought not search for holes in the line that could lead to gaudy breakaway runs, but should do the modest, gentlemanly thing and plow headfirst into the nearest man-pile. (Eliot also didn’t like baseball because he believed curveballs and other deceptive pitches to be unsportsmanlike.)

Anton stood up and crossed the room to sit beside her on the sofa. “I’ve often thought that a marriage is like a covered wagon, full of the stuff of life. The man and the woman are the two workhorses who pull it. Eventually, it gets heavy. There are children in the wagon, a home that needs to be maintained, feelings that need to be protected and nurtured when life throws curveballs. It works when both partners pull together, but the journey can’t continue for long if one partner unbuckles the straps and decides to ride in the wagon, because it’s easier, and because he knows his partner will keep pulling no matter what. Sometimes it can’t be helped. If someone gets sick or is suffering in some other way . . . physically or emotionally or financially . . . when that happens, the other person needs to bear more of the load, but generally, when both partners are capable, husband and wife should be a team, pulling together, or at least taking equal turns.

...that's what a book should do. It should tie you up, it should work you up, make you think, make you see, make you feel extra happy and sorrowful, extra nervous and bold. It must be dream laden, scheme sodden, soul shaking. And it must do all of this as mysteriously as a left-handed curveball coming at your head, twisting and spinning and making you duck until, at the very end, it magically crosses home plate, with such grace and command that it humbles, crumbles, and amazes you.

Just as the FBI was haunted by Hoover, the CIA had its own ghost. In the run-up to the 2003 invasion of Iraq, the CIA made a huge mistake. In part as a result of lies told by a key source—amazingly code-named “Curveball”—who claimed he had worked in a mobile chemical weapons lab in Iraq, the CIA had concluded that Iraq had weapons of mass destruction (WMD). The case had been a “slam dunk,” according to a presentation CIA director George Tenet made to President George W. Bush. The alleged presence of WMD was the key justification for the Iraq invasion. No WMD were found, an acute embarrassment for the president and the CIA.

There are. Storytelling may be the mind’s way of rehearsing for the real world, a cerebral version of the playful activities documented across numerous species which provide a safe means for practicing and refining critical skills. Leading psychologist and all-around man of the mind Steven Pinker describes a particularly lean version of the idea: “Life is like chess, and plots are like those books of famous chess games that serious players study so they will be prepared if they ever find themselves in similar straits.” Pinker imagines that through story we each build a “mental catalogue” of strategic responses to life’s potential curveballs, which we can then consult in moments of need. From fending off devious tribesmen to wooing potential mates, to organizing collective hunts, to avoiding poisonous plants, to instructing the young, to apportioning meager food supplies, and so on, our forebears faced one obstacle after another as their genes sought a presence in subsequent generations. Immersion in fictional tales grappling with a wide assortment of similar challenges would have had the capacity to refine our forebears’ strategies and responses. Coding the brain to engage with fiction would thus be a clever way to cheaply, safely, and efficiently give the mind a broader base of experience from which to operate.

Dude. I’m going to have a baby. A baby cub. What the hell am I going to do?” Amara hugged her close and kissed her temple. Her friend warmed her when Eliana hadn’t been sure she could ever feel any form of warmth again. “You’re going to be a kickass mom. You and Malik are going to talk and figure out a plan. Whether you are together or apart, you’ll be there for this baby. We all will. I know fate just threw you a curveball of epic proportions, but you can handle it. You’re stronger than you think you are.” Eliana hoped her friend was right. Because everything had changed once again and now she had to be the rock for not only herself but her baby, as well. Only she was tired of being the rock. She wanted to lean against someone. She wanted a partner. She just didn‘t think Malik knew what it meant to be a partner. Because she sure as hell didn’t.

In every classic comedy duo, from Laurel and Hardy to Abbott and Costello to Martin and Lewis, in order for the exchange to work, the quality of the straight man had to be as dynamic as that of the funny guy. Carl was the best at this. I could use a single question as a springboard to unplanned exposition and tangents that would be as much of a surprise to Carl as they were to the audience. Carl was a gifted partner: While he deferred the punch lines to me, he knew me well enough to follow along and cross paths enough to set me up for more opportunities. He also knew he could throw me a complete curveball and I’d swing for the fences. We were a great ad-libbed high-wire act, and like the best high-wire acts, ours was dependent upon complete trust and respect for each other. Carl once said, “A brilliant mind in panic is a wonderful thing to behold.

The minute you think you have something in the bag, you get thrown a curveball. Pascal was two. I was thinking, Terrible twos? Whatever. I got this parenting thing nailed. I could do it on one foot, with my eyes closed. Then he turned three. Literally the day my child turned three, the devil himself moved into my house. I was like Holy shit! None of my tools worked. I cried. A lot.

The only way to remedy hard luck is with hard work. The curveballs that life throws you are only going to be an issue if you haven’t been practicing your swing.

Forget another myth, too: the problem stems from kids throwing curveballs too young. Another ASMI study showed that curveballs cause less strain on the arm than the simple, humble fastball, whose greater velocity taxes pitchers more.

There was no sense in brooding over it. Life never stays the same. There’s always some kind of curveball coming at you. Nothing to do but swing away.

You didn’t mention that at breakfast.” “We’re doing battle with the living dead, Murph. Expect the occasional curveball.

Bench shrugged and went behind home plate and called for another curveball. When Arrigo shook him off one final time Bench called for the fastball, Arrigo threw it, and Bench reached out with his right hand and caught it barehanded. “You should have seen his face,” Bench said.

I know that life’s truest treasures live inside the unexpected moments. The little curveballs that sweep us off our feet and steal our breath.

There was a reason things turned out the way they did. Dolly would have to understand that sometimes life threw you a curveball. Even the best batters struck out.

Whatever the specifics, the simple act of reading the Bible carefully tends to undermine the notion that the Bible is God’s flawless, set-in-stone, authoritative word downloaded to us.

The more flexible we are when it comes to reading the Bible, the more prepared we will be to adjust to the curveballs of life. The more inflexible we are, the less prepared we will be to make those adjustments precisely at the time when they will be needed to keep our faith alive and thriving.

I believe God expects us to be ready to adjust our beliefs when the curveballs come, to become better hitters, to play the game with greater skill and knowledge. And with that renewed vision of God, we might be able to see the broader role that sacred texts can play in our world. They offer their readers narratives for understanding their place in the world and even the cosmos—sacred texts help us work out the meaning of it all. Our job as readers of these texts and worshipers of God is to transpose those narratives from the ancient world into our own.

In addition to novel and consistent contexts, all of us frequently find ourselves in variable contexts—those moments in life when knowledge exists to handle that particular type of situation, but life throws you a curveball

Ron Darling, a poised, impressive figure on the mound, alternated his popping fastballs with just enough down-breaking sliders and an occasional curveball to keep the St. John’s batters unhappy.

We all make mistakes, and life throws us all curveballs. The critical thing is how we deal with them.

I’ve often thought that a marriage is like a covered wagon, full of the stuff of life. The man and the woman are the two workhorses who pull it. Eventually, it gets heavy. There are children in the wagon, a home that needs to be maintained, feelings that need to be protected and nurtured when life throws curveballs. It works when both partners pull together, but the journey can’t continue for long if one partner unbuckles the straps and decides to ride in the wagon, because it’s easier, and because he knows his partner will keep pulling no matter what. Sometimes it can’t be helped. If someone gets sick or is suffering in some other way . . . physically or emotionally or financially . . . when that happens, the other person needs to bear more of the load, but generally, when both partners are capable, husband and wife should be a team, pulling together, or at least taking equal turns.

The mature are flexible. They can see opportunities in the new path set by the curveball. They can reframe any situation into something more positive.

He’d made it clear time and time again that I was his endgame. It had taken me longer to get there, but I knew now that he was mine. If life threw us a curveball, we would handle it together.

Calculus is the mathematics of change. It describes everything from the spread of epidemics to the zigs and zags of a well-thrown curveball. The subject is gargantuan—and so are its textbooks.

life is what happens between the curveballs and happy accidents.

Summon the courage to challenge the status quo. Keep your eyes on your goals and not on the curveballs.

It is up to you to identify your purpose in life, and have the determination to keep moving forward and pursuing a meaningful life, even when life throws curveballs in your path.

Hell, there are real sisters out there who aren't as close as we are. [...] I know life has thrown us more curveballs than we can catch, but as long as you have each other, you can win this game called life.

Like irrevocably love you. Like full on Bella loves Edward kind of love.

but to find a better God because the circumstances demand it—meaning, to see that God is better than we thought.

My Amy was unpredictable, and I looked forward to all the curveballs she would throw my way for the rest of our lives.

Asking a community to adjust its traditions about God never goes unchallenged.

Each time life threw me a curveball, I learned to pitch it on my own...and hit home runs for survival

Just when we think we’ve figured things out, the universe throws us a curveball. —Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy

Calculus is the mathematics of change. It describes everything from the spread of epidemics to the zigs and zags of a well-thrown curveball. The subject is gargantuan—and so are its textbooks. Many exceed a thousand pages and work nicely as doorstops.

Agility is about handling the curveballs life pitches at us. It’s being able to respond quickly when you’re caught off guard. When you engage your core to Pause and Think, you can Act by responding thoughtfully when you’re blindsided, instead of reacting instinctually.

Because that was what we were, essentially. Authors of our own stories. A curveball in the form of a dark twist had spilled onto Leah’s story, an ink-stained hole in her happily ever after, but she could still turn a corner.

It is up to you to identify your purpose in life and have the determination to keep moving forward and pursuing a meaningful life, even when life throws curveballs in your path.

This world is a mean curveball thrown by an overly excited, steroid-fueled kid pitcher, who no more cares about the integrity of the game than he does about the Costa Ricans who painstakingly stitch the balls together by hand.

The goal is refinement and redemption, not punishment.

God is not interested in church-performance and the games we play with respect to God. I came to believe, despite the loud contrary voices in my head, that God honors simple honesty more than going along with scripted roles.

Life will throw curveballs no matter your level of expertise, it is inevitable but how you respond to those challenges defines your path.

Life throws curveballs, some might sting, but you'll weather the storm. Broken hearts mend, fortunes rebuild, and new opportunities bloom. Remember, you're like a mighty oak - rooted deep, enduring winds, and sprouting anew with each season.

God’s relationship with humans was basically transactional. Humans sin and God punishes sinners—God has to because He hates sin so much. But Jesus stepped in and took the punishment for us. Our side of the transaction, our only obligation, was to accept that Jesus did this—and really mean it—so that when we die, we go to heaven rather than burn in hell for eternity.

couldn’t refuse—to recognize that I had been laboring under a small view of God. I was beginning to find out that God is bigger, completely out of my control, and more mysterious than I had been able to capture in slogans and childish expectations.

God beyond the limiting and inadequate conceptions of God I had.

When the universe throws you a curveball, just think of it as a cosmic pop quiz. It's like, "Hey, are you paying attention? Let's see how well you can juggle life's surprises!" So, instead of stressing out, channel your inner superhero and show the universe who's boss. Remember, you're not just a player in this game of life; you're the MVP, ready to tackle any challenge with style and sass. So, bring it on, universe!