“Beaten, but still beating. – The Hearts a Champion.”

And the horizons still wait for the day when you will rise again.

It breaks you before it makes you.

That’s the thing about hope. It hides in all the darkest places.

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

Are you afraid of their potential? or you just unaware of yours.

Your heart has no reason to lie to you.

If you’re growing, trust me, you’re still young.

Even in the smallest whispers, love always echoes back.

Stop holding so tightly onto your love. The wind knows where it needs to go.

You, when I’m afraid, and you when I’m brave.

Its amazing how you return everything the world takes away from me.

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

Are you afraid of their potential? or you just unaware of yours.

You, when I’m afraid, and you when I’m brave.

This is what the heart wants. This is what the head won’t get.

Spring blooms, even in places where life once ended.

I’ve got a good mind to go out and join a club and beat you over the head with it.

You never win a game unless you beat the guy in front of you. The score on the board doesn’t mean a thing. That’s for the fans. You’ve got to win the war with the man in front of you. You’ve got to get your man.

Talent you have naturally. Skill is only developed by hours and hours and hours of beating on your craft.

Every kid starts out as a natural-born scientist, and then we beat it out of them. A few trickle through the system with their wonder and enthusiasm for science intact.

Don’t spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door.

Patience, persistence and perspiration make an unbeatable combination for success.

I’ve never really had much of an imagination. But still I would try to picture the exact moment when the beating of my heart would no longer be going on inside my head.

I’ll beat him so bad he’ll need a shoehorn to put his hat on.