Madden Football Quotes

You got one guy going boom, one guy going whack, and one guy not getting in the endzone.

A homeless man once told me that dancing to rap music is the cultural equivalent of masturbating, and I'd sort of fell the same way about playing John Madden Football immediately after filing my income tax: It's fun, but - somehow - vaguely pathetic.

Things that aren't important, that have nothing to do with winning and losing, don't have to be a rule.

Listen, when you like a flower, you pluck it. When you love a flower, you water it daily, hold it close, tell it your secrets, and watch it bloom and grow strong. You grow strong with it.

What you feel, you attract. What you imagine, you create. A jug fills drop by drop.

I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me. ​— ​The Outsiders, S. E. Hinton

If I Can’t Have You” by Shawn Mendes plays on the speakers, a song about keeping your distance, about hating to admit how you really feel about someone you can’t have. Goose bumps skate over my arms. Why does that song make me think of him?

Never mind the horse's blind, just load the wagon.

There definitely needs to be water on the sidelines for these players, but I also had some Gatorade just in case they were allergic to the water or vice versa.

You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.

And yet morning will come,” I say to myself. “And you will watch the sunrise.

Watching you with him nearly killed me, it did, and I pushed through, but that’s done. You, you…slay me, baby girl.

Sometimes it only takes one sunrise to know someone.

It’s as if she’s disappearing a little at a time. You know that feeling you get, the one that makes your soul shrivel, the one that tells you what’s happening is out of your control. There’s nothing I can do to save her.

My smart girl.” His lips hover over mine, his eyes burning with emotion. “Fate put us together. I love you. Please. Just. Never leave me.

I want the jug to be full. Now.

live with no regrets; breathe, baby, just breathe; and like your mom said, a jug fills drop by drop, and soon ours will be full.

I’ve learned that beauty on the outside doesn’t matter if the inside is rotten.

You say my name weird." He wipes at the crumbs on the table. "How's that?" "You linger over it, like you're about to take it's clothes off and fuck it." "Weed is truth serum for you.

You think Both Sides is ill-conceived and pretentious?" "I think it was pretty obvious that it was never going to be Ichigo, but it was what you wanted to do, so I supported you." "You're saying it's my fault?" "No, I'm agreeing maybe it was more your idea than mine." "Ichigo was my idea, too. They're ALL my ideas." "It's nice that you see it that way, and if it helps you to make a villain out of me, go for it. But if I hadn't pushed you to make Ichigo, where would you even be? You'd be one of a hundred programmers at EA working on Madden Football, if you were lucky. There aren't that many girls in our field, you know. You'd probably be working for Dov. He'd probably have you handcuffed to your desk.

The great football coach John Madden was once asked whether he would tolerate a player like Terrell Owens on his team. Owens was both one of the most talented players in the game and one of the biggest jerks. Madden answered, “If you hold the bus for everyone on the team, then you’ll be so late you’ll miss the game, so you can’t do that. The bus must leave on time. However, sometimes you’ll have a player that’s so good that you hold the bus for him, but only him.

You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.’ Let me introduce myself. I’m River. I’m your current boyfriend. Cross my heart and hope to die—not really, but you know what I mean. There are three things about you that caught my attention: First, you’re smart, too smart for me, but for some reason, you don’t care. Two, if you had wings, they’d be the colors of the rainbow. Three, you touch me, and I have peace. You’re a River-whisperer. Dad told me to take care of Mom, be a good brother to Rae, and wait for Anastasia. He somehow knew you were mine. Where are you from? Apparently, everywhere. Do you know how cool I think you are? Growing up moving around must have been hard, but it created a woman who looks at someone and sees underneath to the parts others don’t. What are you doing after this? I hope after this night, in the future, we’ll be together, in some city, crazy in love. Please tell me you’re single. You aren’t single, Anastasia. You’re mine. Also… I’m not a serial killer. True. Or an alien. (People in Walker really dig that stuff.) True. Or a player. I had my moments. Or a douchebag. Again, had some moments. Or a dick. Okay…maybe once or twice. I’m just the guy in front of you on a snow-covered mountain, baring his soul to the most beautiful girl in the world. You have dreams and I get it. I’ll wait for you forever. No matter how long it takes for us to come back to a place where we can be together for real. Your first reaction to this note may be to run as far as you can, but you only live once, and we can’t lose what we have. Fate has a way of bringing people together, and, baby girl, we’re meant to be. Kappa Boy AKA River Tate AKA Snake AKA Fake River AKA Anastasia’s Man

She’s a River-whisperer runs through my head as I lean into her.

She thinks my differences make me better.

Mind. Blown. I've created him just from memory. Maybe I did get some of the artist gene from my parents." Lila scrunches her nose. "But, don't you think it's weird that all three of us see him? I mean, I understand you seeing him, but how are you getting in our heads at the same time? Is is telepathy?" "Pot makes us powerful.

Live your best life. Take chances and have no regrets.

when you like a flower, you pluck it. When you love a flower, you water it daily, hold it close, tell it your secrets, and watch it bloom and grow strong. You grow strong with it.

Dammit. Forgot my clothes. Again. My brain truly is the Bermuda triangle. Info comes in and poof, it vanishes. I have excellent recall for the oddest things. Mating rituals? Check. Football stats? Locked and loaded. Movie quotes? Branded in my skull. My classes at Braxton? Freaking ghost town with tumbleweeds blowing through it. That plane has flown over thr triangle and disappeard.

Alright, then. Crazy Carl saves the day! By the power vested in me by the aliens, I pronounce you participants in this hypothetical revenge pact. You may now drink up.

I'm hyptothetically confused. There're are too many fake people in this conversation.

This class was a mountain to me, Dr. Whitman. I climbed it. Fair and square.

You took me to the sunrise. I bring you the stars.

I whip off my varsity jacket and help her into it, pulling the collar around her neck. My lips graze hers. I don’t give a fuck what happened with her and Donovan in the basement. She’s my rainbow.

His voice lowers. “I’ve got class. I’ll see you soon, baby girl.” He makes a kissy noise into the phone, taps end, and tucks it in his jeans.

our bodies side by side, but it feels like a universe between us.

She’s the center of a hurricane, a calm that lulls you, then makes your world fucking amazing.

Freud says slips of the tongue reveal unconscious thoughts

Six things for you because you deserve them all.

She stills the erratic side of me, and I’m not sure why that is.

My fantasy, so shut it.

I’ve jumped into the deep end, and I don’t know how to swim.

If I’m the twitching devil, you’re his crazy henchman.

She’s the center of my storm, my tranquility.

New day. New beginning. Life’s full of possibilities in this moment. It’s a fresh start. It’s like a book when you open it to page one. Can you feel it?

Yet you remain sweet.” “Sometimes sugar looks like salt, and I’m feeling salty.

She needs a man with a soul,” Carl says. “A man who cares for others. A man who walks in the room and other men look up to him. A man who looks at her and the whole world stops spinning. The more nuanced a man’s soul, the deeper he loves. It’s a forever kind of thing, the kind that’s written in the stars.

I came. I saw. I didn’t conquer. But it’s time to move on.

The more nuanced a man’s soul, the deeper he loves. It’s a forever kind of thing, the kind that’s written in the stars.

Sometimes big moments happen in a heartbeat

She’s a blank piece of paper; Anastasia is poetry on the paper.

I’ve been saying football is the one thing I can’t live without, but it’s a lie. She is. It’s her.

I love you, Scarlett. A maddening fucking amount if we’re being honest.

We train to be good and we prepare to be great.

My favorite quote is, ‘You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.

Hmmm. A bad boy can be magical for a good girl,

I’m a ship without a rudder and I’m terrified I’m going to sink to the bottom of the sea. I don’t have a future, can’t see what’s coming, can’t get a grasp on what I need to do for the rest of my life.

You’re gonna regret this tomorrow,” he murmurs. “In the end, we only regret the things we didn’t do,” I tell him. “Amen!” Colette says.

the absence of Patriots personnel in Stingley’s hospital room, or the identity of a frequent visitor. “You know who spent the most time with him? Madden,” says Newhouse. “John Madden spent hours and hours at Stingley’s bedside. Even weeks later he was flying home from road games, driving from the airport to the hospital to sit up all night with Darryl Stingley. Madden and his wife, Virginia, became friends with Stingley’s family, and there was no PR to it because nobody knew about it.

Hall of Fame football coach John Madden, in a documentary about Vince Lombardi, told a story about how, as a young assistant coach, he attended a coaching clinic where Lombardi spoke about one play: the power sweep, a running play that he made famous with the Green Bay Packers in the 1960s. Lombardi held the audience spellbound as he described that one play for eight hours. Madden said, “I went in there cocky, thinking I knew everything there was to know about football, and he spent eight hours talking about this one play. . . . I realized then that I actually knew nothing about football.

I felt a malevolent gaze on me, like someone wanted to shove a stick of dynamite up my ass. I flicked my eyes one row over and found Bart’s eyes on me. Well, well, well. First Bianca and now the douche-canoe. I straightened in my chair. Hell, I was tempted to blow him a fucking kiss—but I had to keep my temper in check. Football demanded it. He jerked out of his chair and made his way over to us.