“I no longer have it (desire to play).”

Motivation is something nobody else can give you. Others can help motivate you, but basically it must come from you and it must be a constant desire to do your very best at all times and under any circumstances.

All pitchers are born pitchers.

There’s always some youngster coming up- they’ll find somebody.

At my age, I’m just happy to be named the greatest living anything.

There’s nobody taking center from me until I give it up.

Now this is over thirty years later and the guy said he was that cab driver. He apologized and he was serious. I felt awful. He might have been spending his whole life thinking he had jinxed me, but I told him he hadn’t. My number was up.

We need a hit, so here I go.

I thought he had been shot.

Baseball didn’t really get into my blood until I knocked off that hitting streak. Getting a daily hit became more important to me than eating, drinking or sleeping.

At my age, I’m just happy to be named the greatest living anything.

I want to thank the good lord for making me a yankee

I feel like I have reached the stage where I can no longer produce for my club, my manager, and my teammates.

In that case Mr. Barrow, Mr. Gehrig is a very underpaid ballplayer.

I played my best everyday. You never know when someone may be seeing you play for the first time.

Putting the Yankee uniform on every day.

If you keep thinking about what you want to do or what you hope will happen, you don’t do it, and it won’t happen.

People are tired of liberty. They have had a surfeit of it. Liberty is no longer a chaste and austere virgin…. Today’s youth are moved by other slogans…Order, Hierarchy, Discipline.

There is no longer Jew or Greek, there is no longer slave or free, there is no longer male and female; for all of you are one in Christ Jesus.

For those who are behind the curtain, landmarks are no longer only geographic but also biographical and personal

When baseball is no longer fun, it’s no longer a game.

I no longer protect myself from the world I grew up in. Rather, today I try to protect the feelings I have for that world, the emotional space where my desire to write first took hold, and still grows.

Did i really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?

She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.

The two imperatives can no longer coexist with each other; nor can any society founded on the myth that they can be reconciled hope to survive.