I’m not gonna throw a Ryan Leaf bullet, but I’ve got a good enough arm, where I think it’ll turn some heads and keep them interested.
I think that every songwriter would give their right arm to come up with a standard that is going to be played long after they’re dead.
I’m kind of fascinated by this idea that we can surround ourselves with information: we can just pile up data after data after data and arm ourselves with facts and yet still not be able to answer the questions that we have.
We cannot stop natural disasters but we can arm ourselves with knowledge: so many lives wouldn’t have to be lost if there was enough disaster preparedness.
When I was very young, most of my childhood heroes wore capes, flew through the air, or picked up buildings with one arm. They were spectacular and got a lot of attention. But as I grew, my heroes changed, so that now I can honestly say that anyone who does anything to help a child is a hero to me.
A reporter from ‘The Times’ wanted to arm-wrestle, and as I recall, he kept challenging me. So we went at it, and there was a pop. His arm broke. Very strange. He went into a kind of swoon.
Let me alone: I have yet my legs and one arm. Tell the surgeon to make haste and his instruments. I know I must lose my right arm, so the sooner it’s off the better.
We started at once to dig our trenches, half of my platoon stepping forward abreast, the men being placed an arm’s length apart. After laying their rifles down, barrels pointing to the enemy, a line was drawn behind the row of rifles and parallel to it.
You know sit with your arm around a little kid and read. It not only teaches them to read but it keeps the family strong.
So long as large armies go to battle, so long will the air arm remain their spearhead.
I definitely tell things at arm’s length but that is conscious. No part of me wants everybody to know what’s going on.
I have nice muscle tone in my arms. I can’t really take credit for it, though – all the members of my family do. A lot of arm wrestling happened in our family growing up!
Filmmaking is finding a piece of granite and you start to chip away and then you have the shape of a head, the shape of the arm, you can see the shape of the face and the face starts to gather character. You have to find it.
The minute I saw the front page of the ‘Daily Telegraph’ – me with my arm around the latest ‘X-Factor’ contestant – I realised I’d gone into a new realm.
Jay Cutler is a first-round pick, had a great arm, etc. It’s just – he’s offense, I’m defense. We didn’t get a chance to interact as much as we should have, maybe.
I never resorted to the spitter until I was obliged to. I nearly ruined my arm throwing curves.
My father was a Norwegian who came from a small town near Oslo. He broke his arm at the elbow when he was 14, and they amputated it.
I came into the Indian team and was touted as someone who did well only against weaker oppositions. There were doubts creeping into my game. I was looking for support, someone to put an arm around my shoulder and say I am good and I belong to this place. Virender Sehwag is that someone for me.
Right before I left New York, I had my manager tell me, ‘You need to get a girl on your arm, or people will start talking.’
I can understand how people who don’t really follow baseball can look at ‘dead arm’ and think the absolute worst. Basically, a dead arm is when your arm kind of feels a little heavy, kind of feels weak, and basically, it’s just muscular fatigue.
I think I’ve thrown enough balls and put it on tape where I don’t think arm strength is an issue. I wouldn’t be a starting quarterback if my arm strength was such an issue. People are making it seem like I can’t throw the ball 30 yards. People are getting out of hand with it.
I don’t like men who treat women like arm candies. He should treat me like an equal or better. And then he should be a good human being. He should see the human side of things. I like men who stand up for what’s right and who don’t cheat.
There is no way to have a strong arm if you don’t throw enough.
My parents were both very musically inclined, they were both songwriters and musicians, so we grew up in the house singing music together, and R&B had a huge strong arm in the foundation of my career.
I never saw war, so that is still my vision of manhood: Unitas standing courageously in the pocket, his left arm flung out in a diagonal to the upper deck, his right cocked for the business of passing, down amidst the mortals. Lock and load.
This quarterback Weeden can drive the ball down field. He’s a thing of beauty on throwing a football. His passing motion and his arm, frankly, you won’t see a more gifted passer, power, accuracy, the entire aspect of it.
Each reform, therefore, improving the economical and political situation of the workers proves to be an arm that increases the energy with which the proletarian struggle of classes is fought.
One time I was doing a speech to a group of kids, and just before I get there, I see this little kid crying. I found out they just lost a game, and he was the losing pitcher. I went over there, put my arm around him, and said, ‘What are you crying for? When major league players lose, they don’t cry.’
The original item looked like a little hand cart with the figure of a man mounted on a platform between the wheels. The man’s outstretched arm always pointed south.
I can’t play guitar if I blow my arm out.
I have the all-seeing eye of Horus on the back of my arm, which is a symbol of protection; it watches my back.
I don’t get used to it. When something splashy comes around like the Emmys or the Baftas I’m still bowled over that a gal from Reno, Nevada, is on the arm of a gent like Patrick Stewart.
In particular, this arm has 7 degrees-of-freedom that makes the overall motion of the arm very complex so that, before you start driving the arm, you should be very familiar with all the position it can get.
I was just a lot smarter about not getting caught. I mean, I never stuck anything in my arm, but I certainly enjoyed my youth.
The good Lord was good to me. He gave me a strong body, a good right arm, and a weak mind.
I like a women who’s got some balls, some strength. As long as I can beat her at arm wrestling, that’s fine.
I remember June 8, 1972. I saw the airplane. And it’s so loud, so close to me. Suddenly, the fire everywhere around me. The fire burned off my clothes. And I saw my arm got burned with the fire. I thought, oh, my goodness, I get burned. People will see me different way.
I have always been an outstanding football player, I have always had uncanny abilities, great arm strength, an immense ability to play the game from a quarterback standpoint. The problem was that I wasn’t given the liberty to do certain things when I was young.
When this space walk will be completed, then the arm will be fully operational and ready for the next activity that will be pretty much the testing, the first flight testing of the space station arm.
I don’t really miss pitching in games, and I don’t think my arm could hold up. I would still love to try the radar gun, just not pitch on a consistent basis. I’d love to go and try to fire up the gun, though.
We still have community, but we don’t seem to have local community. Even in a small town where you know your neighbors and your mother’s down the street, they’re not in arm’s length.
The only way you preserve pitching arms is throwing; that makes the arm stronger.
To be one of the world’s top space robotic arm operators is a necessary skill for an astronaut, but it doesn’t have much carry-over.
There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking.
My flexibility is probably my No. 1 asset. Obviously we need to have a strong shoulder, strong scapula, strong lats, and a durable elbow to have longevity as a pitcher, but being mobile in the hips and flexible in the hamstrings takes so much pressure and stress off of my arm.
There’s a photograph of me in the transplant unit where I have a vomit bucket under one arm, I have my laptop on my knees, and I’m crying, not because, you know, I’m about to have a bone marrow transplant, but because I’ve missed a deadline!
In the States, I get recognised all the time. I met a fan once who had a tattoo of my face on his arm. I can see how some people get carried away with it, but I don’t have trouble staying grounded.
You have to remember that coaching wasn’t sophisticated back then – you didn’t have the camps, clinics and all the technical advances that are available today – so from that standpoint, playing with a cast on my arm was a fortunate event in my life.
Readers, like writers, are essentially amoral. Arm’s length will never do. We want to get closer.
When I provided the disembodied arm as the logo for ‘The Man With the Golden Arm,’ it was the first time an advertising-publicity campaign was based on a single symbol. Until then film companies used a variety of symbols and photographs to cover all bets. The concept of using one logo was mine and Otto Preminger’s.
I first read about hypnotism at school, and I used to do tricks like getting a really skinny guy to arm wrestle the local bully.
All it takes to play baseball is a strong arm, good speed, and the coordination to hit the ball. That’s it.
