Rookie Mistake Quotes

The horse’s ears twitched as she spoke. “I hope you’ll forgive any of my rookie mistakes. You see, I’ve become both a novice rancher and a fake widow today.” She tilted her head, loosening the tense muscles in her neck. “How many people can say that, huh?

Too late. Torn’s rear tire hit the perennial wet spot from a leak in the tunnel ceiling. Rookie mistake. When the back wheel hydroplaned on the wet surface, he felt the sickening feelings of sliding and weightlessness as he started to separate from the bike.

Establishing a business without any experience and industry knowledge is like playing basketball as a novice with Michael Jordan.

You promised to be on your best behavior,” I reminded him, breathless. “You kissed me,” he growled. His voice had gone very deep. “Well, but you started it by kissing my neck.” “True. I hadn't planned that.” His sultry voice, paired with those blazing eyes, told me I needed to get away from him. I hurried to the end of the bed, where I jumped off and began to pace back and forth, yanking out my loose hairband and pulling my hair back into a tight ponytail. I tried hard not to think about the taste of his lips. I'd had my first kiss, and I'd never be the same. “Why did you stop?” he asked. “Because you were moving on to other things.” He scratched his chin and cheek. “Hmm, moved too quickly. Rookie mistake.” I crossed my arms again, watching him speculate internally like a coach outlining a play that had gone wrong. Incredible. Then he sized me up in his sights again. “But I can see you still want me.” I gave him my meanest stare, but it was hard to look at him. Gosh, he was hot! And a total player. The kiss meant nothing to him. “Oh,” he said with mock sadness, “there it goes. Mad instead? Well, sort of. You can't seem to muster a really good anger—” “Stop it!” “Sorry, was I saying that out loud?” “I can read people, too, you know. Well, not you, but at least I have the decency to try not to notice, to give them some sort of emotional privacy!” “Yes, how very decent of you.” He hadn't moved from his languid position on my bed. I leaned forward, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. “Pillow fight?” He raised an eyebrow. “Get off my bed. Please. I'm ready to go to sleep.

I was distracted from the fact that I was making the classic rookie mistake: As I fell into him, I fell away from myself, almost completely. I was so grateful to him for loving me that I was perfectly happy to step into his life and leave mine behind.

She moaned. “Dying. Get. Priest.” Trick’s body shook, and his amusement buzzed down their bond. “Open your eyes for me, Frankie.” She tried, but the light stabbed her eyeballs. Rookie mistake. “Just let me die in peace,” she begged. She didn’t want him there, laughing at her. She wanted painkillers. Frankie + Tylenol = BFFs.

First novels are a lot like first children. You lavish all your love and attention on them, but you also make all your rookie mistakes on them. First novels teach you how to write. They are your initial opportunity to put into practice everything you’ve heard about long-haul narrative. They’re your primary attempt at trying to walk in the footsteps of the giant (and not so giant) writers you revere and adore.

On the other hand, maybe what attracts us aren't the stories of falling apart so much as the stories of self-creation. The falling apart stuff is just a byproduct, a hazard of the trade. Maybe what I loved about Camille Claudel was what she created out of what she smashed to bits. How did a bourgeois girl become an artist and a woman? What was the female equivalent of the Great Man? If it didn't exist, why not? Who said it didn't? Who said it couldn't? What were the conditions that made it so hard? Rodin was the image Claudel identified with and against which she defined herself. Scott was this image for Zelda. A woman could not be a great artist and have a traditional marriage - not unless her husband was a Leonard Woolf. One boyfriend I had in college used to joke, 'Only one artist in the family,' meaning not me. I didn't get it then, but I get it now. There was always something self-annihilating in the act of loving, for a girl with creative aspirations - always - but far more then than now. The message, invariably, was that youthful passions lead to middle-age breakdowns, so choose your institution wisely. Marriage or the nuthouse. One or the other. It started to dawn on me that it wasn't that I was attracted to stories about girls who went mad, I was attracted to stories about girls with ambitions who wound up institutionalized. Getting locked up was not the result of adventure, it was the price you paid for adventure, it was your punishment. I had mistaken correlation for causation. Rookie mistake.

Gross rental income (including utilities fee) –  Mortgage payment (including principal, interest, taxes, and insurance) – Cost of utilities –  Vacancy allowance (10 percent of gross rents) –  Maintenance and CapEx (estimated at 1 percent of the property’s value, divided by 12 for monthly cost) –  Property management (10 percent of gross rents) Cash flow

Delegating, thinking strategically, communicating—you may think this all sounds like Management 101. And you’re right. The most basic elements of management are often what trip up managers early in their careers. And because they are the basics, the bosses of rookie managers often take them for granted. They shouldn’t—an extraordinary number of people fail to develop these skills. I’ve maintained an illusion throughout this article—that only rookie managers suffer because they haven’t mastered these core skills. But the truth is, managers at all levels make these mistakes. An organization that supports its new managers by helping them to develop these skills will have surprising advantages over the competition.

You’re having a bad day. You mess up a few lines. You’re distracted. You’ve had this look about you all afternoon, like you’re not quite there. “Christ, Cunningham, get it together,” Hastings says, running his hands down his face. “If you can’t handle being Brutus—” “Fuck you.” You cut him off. “Don’t act like you’re perfect.” “I don’t make rookie mistakes,” Hastings says. “Maybe if you weren’t so preoccupied with trying to screw the new girl, you might—” BAM. You shut him up mid-sentence with a punch to the face, your fist connecting hard, nearly knocking him off his feet. He stumbles, stunned, as you go at him again, grabbing the collar of his uniform shirt and yanking him to you. “Shut your fucking mouth.” People come between the two of you, forcing you apart. Hastings storms out, shouting, “I can’t deal with him!” Drama Club comes to a screeching halt. You stand there for a moment, fists clenched at your side, calming down. You flex your hands, loosening them as you approach the girl. She’s watching you in silence, expression guarded. You sit down near her. There’s an empty seat between you today. It’s the first time you’ve not sat right beside her in weeks. You’re giving her space. It doesn’t take long before Hastings returns, but he isn’t alone. The administrator waltzes in behind him. The man heads for you, expression stern. “Cunningham, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t expel you.” “Because my father gives you a lot of money.” “That’s what you have to say?” “Is that not a good reason?” “You punched a fellow student!” “We were just acting,” you say. “I’m Brutus. He’s Caesar. It’s to be expected.” “Brutus stabs him. He doesn’t throw punches.” “I was improvising.” The girl laughs when you say that. She tries to stop herself, but the sound comes out, and the administrator hears it, his attention shifting to her. “Look, it won’t happen again,” you say, drawing the focus back to you. “Next time, I’ll stab him and be done with it.” “You better watch yourself,” the administrator says, pointing his finger in your face. “One more incident and you’re gone for good. Understand?” “Yes, sir.” “And rest assured, your father will be hearing about this

Quoted in the New York Times two days later, I called Bush’s remarks a “rookie mistake.” I went on: “I can understand the strategy on rapport, but it went too far . . . I think there is plenty of good reason not to trust President Putin. This is a man who was trained to lie.”16 I was never invited back to brief President Bush again. Years later, during Obama’s

the blue sky, cawing angrily at Dad for disturbing them. A giant bald eagle, with a wingspan of at least six feet, glided in to take their place. It perched on an uppermost branch of a tree, pointed its yellow beak down at them. “That’s what I expect of you two,” Dad said. Mama exhaled smoke. “We’re going to be here awhile, baby girl.” Dad handed Leni the rifle. “Okay, Red. Let’s see what you’ve got naturally. Look through the scope—don’t get too close—and when you have the target in your sight, squeeze the trigger. Slow and steady. Breathe evenly. Okay, aim. I’ll tell you when to shoot. Watch out for—” She lifted the rifle, aimed, thought, Wow, Matthew, I can’t wait to tell you, and accidently pulled the trigger. The rifle hit her shoulder hard enough to knock her off her feet and the sight slammed into her eye area with a crack that sounded like breaking bone. Leni screamed in pain, dropped the rifle, and collapsed to her knees in the mud, clamping a hand over her throbbing eye. It hurt so badly she felt sick to her stomach, almost puked. She was still screaming and crying when she felt someone drop in place beside her, felt a hand rubbing her back. “Shit, Red,” Dad said. “I didn’t tell you to shoot. You’re okay. Just breathe. It’s a normal rookie mistake. You’ll be fine.” “Is she okay?” Mama screamed. “Is she?” Dad pulled Leni to her feet. “No crying, Leni,

This is where we find the classic rookie mistake. That is, we confuse achievement and process. At the beginning, we are quick to focus on externals, especially the carrots that are dangled before us as incentives. If we practice long and train hard, we’ll get the award, the attention, the recognition, the bonus, the lifestyle or the security. But as we mature, we find ourselves wondering if maybe we had it all wrong. The thing that really satisfied us was not the incentive, but the engagement.

I never saw my dad’s body. I never even saw what was left of the car. To this day I have no actual proof that he died. Who knows? It could all be an elaborate hoax. Which is exactly what it felt like for a long time. My last memory of him is shrugging into his coat at the front door, the rattle of his keys, his voice (that fades in my memory a little more each year no matter what I do) promising to be back soon. So, I made all the rookie mistakes. I’d read something and think, Dad will love this. I’d call his cell before remembering. Then there were the dreams. He was just gone. In an instant.

They've beaten us once and tied us once. The look on their faces is pure confidence, like they've already won. Rookie mistake. Never underestimate your opponent. They don't know what's coming.

Nice,” Mother said. “Does that mean he fell for it rook, line, and sinker?” “Did you really just say that?” Paris asked with an eyeroll. “What?” Mother said, feigning innocence. “I was just pointing out his rookie mistake.” “Stop it with the chess puns,” Paris said. “Just because you’re a dad doesn’t mean you have to use dad jokes.” “It’s all part of the package, son. Or should I call you mate?” “You’re just going to keep going, aren’t you?” Paris said, trying not to laugh. “Day and knight.

He doesn’t fit into the plan I had for my freshman year of college, but then again, I’ve never really been great with plans.

I knew that I was in trouble the moment that I laid eyes on you Zara Andrews. And I’ve never loved Trouble more.

She’s breath of fresh air, and I’m desperatefo antother inhalem like an addict ready for their next hit.

When I think of my future? It’s Zara. Of all the uncertainties the future holds, I know that part for a fact. She makes me better.

You should not have too many Musts, which is a rookie mistake that leads to failure.

Play with me. He

Assuming that you already have the respect of your team members   This is one of the most common mistakes made by rookie managers. They think that merely by the process of their being inducted into management, they have already garnered the respect o their team members. The truth is, the only way you will come to be admired and respected by your team member is by the way in which you ‘act’. You have to ‘earn’ your team’s respect by showing your character, integrity and your skills to do things. You have to show them that there is a reason that you are here in the first place; and only then will you get the respect and admiration you seek from them.

What’s got you addled? Have you forgotten tomorrow’s our opening game?” “And the Merchant Browns have been looking good. They’d be quite happy to best us on our own field.” Carter downed the cup’s contents. “Which they will easily do if you don’t rally.” “I know.” Ducky cocked an eyebrow at him. “Who is she?” “What?” “Carter, we played college ball together for four years. You don’t make rookie mistakes like that unless you’ve got your mind on a girl.” “Don’t be ridiculous. We’ve only been here a couple of days.” Ducky clapped Carter’s shoulder. “That’s never stopped you before.

I wonder; do I do a sick voice or not?   No.   Rookie mistake.   A fake voice just makes people doubt you even more.   That’s something you learn over time.

Don’t put your personal life in print. Rookie mistake.

It’s natural to always try to present your business in the most favorable light possible when marketing yourself. However, this often leads to one of the most common marketing blunders—discussing only the positive aspects of doing business with you. Avoiding the elephant in the room, in other words, the risks associated with buying from you, is a rookie mistake.

Patsy laughs. “Two of them were. The third he got when he fell on a dance floor, trying to do the Cotton Eye Joe.” Mollie blinks. “You dance?” “Used to, until the concussion.” I lean my backside against the counter and cross my arms. I don’t miss the way Mollie’s eyes flick over my torso, stopping to linger on my forearms. “Made a rookie mistake and wore new boots to The Rattler. Hadn’t scuffed up the soles enough to get traction.

Zara asked for spontaneous, and I'm pretty fucking sure there's nothing more spontaneous than a night of karaoke at a biker bar after buying me in an auction at a frat house. But, then again, the night is still young and the possibilities endless.

Damion snorts. “Rookie mistake. The better line is ‘What’s your major?’” He flashes his dimples. “So, what’s your major?” “B.S. in Cambion BS,” I reply sweetly, and he laughs.

When someone calls, don’t simply agree to show them the property. This is a common mistake nearly every rookie landlord makes, but you’ll waste countless hours if you simply agree to show the unit without talking with the potential tenant first.

Does that mean he fell for it rook, line, and sinker?” “Did you really just say that?” Paris asked with an eyeroll. “What?” Mother said, feigning innocence. “I was just pointing out his rookie mistake.” “Stop it with the chess puns,” Paris said. “Just because you’re a dad doesn’t mean you have to use dad jokes.” “It’s all part of the package, son. Or should I call you mate?” “You’re just going to keep going, aren’t you?” Paris said, trying not to laugh. “Day and knight.

The killer walked away from the bed, into an en suite bathroom, making sure to keep out of the mirror. No rookie mistakes here.

Keeping a solid team together for a long time is a key to peak performance. People grow closer and more comfortable with each other, and consequently do even better work. Meanwhile, rookie teams make rookie mistakes.

NEVER start sketching screens and then try to reverse-engineer a CM from them. This is a rookie mistake that can get you ejected from the Jedi academy.

Now imagine a company that has created an automotive product allowing you to only change the oil in your car once every year. That would be a pretty amazing product. Let’s say you can drive up to fifteen thousand miles between oil changes. Incredible. The problem is, nobody has heard of this company. A rookie mistake would be to “brand” the company rather than “market” the product.

Brogan crossed his arms over his chest, and planted his feet. “I can’t allow you to do that,” he declared. Oh shite, Conall thought. Rookie mistake. You never tell a woman she’s not allowed to do something.

The chopper blades circled above with a loud whooshing noise and blasts of a wind like a category three hurricane, First she felt weightless and free, but then it was like being a doll dangling with nothing to cling to and nothing to save her. With one hand in front holding onto a rope and the other behind, there was a delicate balance that kept her body upright and sent it downward. Jerking and moving in disharmony, Katie made several attempts to keep herself steady and to get to the ground as quickly as possible. She also made a fatal, rookie mistake - she looked down. Even though it was a training area, it looked like she was atop a city skyscraper and would soon be crushed at the bottom...

A home in a fast-growing city, next to a popular park and high-end grocery stores, in a great school district, that is also the worst home on its block is likely to experience a wonderful appreciation rate.

On average, property management will cost about 10 percent of gross rental income.

These four make up the holy quartet of home expenses: mortgage, maintenance, CapEx, and utilities.

her.     “I was cold,” Michelle drawled, fully equipped with a Georgian drip. “And I wanted to hear the radio.”     In no mood for a fight, Benny said nothing. His face tightened.     “Do you want me to drive you home or not?” Michelle asked.     “Yes, please drive me home, rookie.” Benny relaxed as he decided it wouldn’t have mattered if she had honked the horn to the beat of the radio songs while flashing the high beams on and off. The guy he was looking for didn’t show. Nobody was out in this rain.     “Do you want to go to your house or the boat?”     “The boat.”     The beat of the windshield wipers hypnotized Benny. The rain frizzled in his ears. He snapped out of it as they rode over the speed bump that accompanied the thirteen mile an hour sign at the entrance of the marina. “Do you want me to come in tonight?” Michelle asked.     “Not tonight, I’m beat,” Benny answered. Jesus Christ, I only slept with you once. It was a mistake. Can’t we just forget it?     Once home, Benny’s eyes found the clock on the microwave as he dropped his umbrella and shoes inside the door. His pupils narrowed in surprise as he realized it was past two o’clock in the morning. The

There is a fine line between doing things your own way and making rookie mistakes. First-time entrepreneurs often insist that the way the world works in some respect is wrong and endeavor to do it differently in their own business. Frequently the result is not that the world is changed or improved, but rather that the entrepreneur learns the hard way why the world is how it is. Sometimes the best advice from experienced people consists of simply telling you how everyone does something. This in itself has great value.