I hit him for every single thing that was wrong in my life and kicked him in a fierce fury of madness as he sobbed and covered his face and screamed. I hit him because Walter hit me and I hit him because I hated my life and I hit him because I just wanted to go home and I hit him because I didn't know where home was.
John William Tuohy
The most important thing, my father told me, which I have never forgotten, and which I have often put unto practice was: If you get into a quarrel with anybody, hit him first. "If you hit first, the battle is half-won," my father always said "Don't let him hit first. You hit him first.""What's more," he never forgot to say, too "Usually one blow is all you need."I found this to be true.
But... but what if I hit you?' A snort. 'You're not going to hit me.' 'How do you know?' I bristled at his amused tone. 'I could hit you. Even master swordsmen make mistakes. I could get a lucky shot, or you might not see me coming. I don't want to hurt you.' He favored me with another patient look. 'And how much experience do you have with swords and weapons in general?' 'Um.' I glanced down at the saber in my hand. 'Thirty seconds?' He smiled, that calm, irritatingly confident smirk. 'You're not going to hit me.
When you get hit that's when you've got to be calm. A professional fighter has to learn how to hit and not get hit, and at the same time be exciting. That's what professional boxing is about. You've got to be clever, you've got to be smart, and not get hit, and when you're able to do this, you're a fighter.
Do not get into a fight if you can possibly avoid it. If you get in, see it through. Don't hit if it is honorably possible to avoid hitting, but never hit soft. Don't hit at all if you can help it; don't hit a man if you can possibly avoid it; but if you do hit him, put him to sleep.
We think that the world is a solid, vivid place, full of shape and colour and solid objects like this table and this microphone and so on, but we actually create that in our heads out of the bits of information that hit the back of our eyeballs or hit our eardrums or hit our tongues or whatever.
When I faced the likes of Shoaib Akhtar and Brett Lee for the first time, I had a little bit of fear in my mind. My thoughts were, 'Would I be able to face them? Would I be able to play them? Would I be able to hit boundaries?' There were so many questions and fear, also, that if the ball didn't hit my bat, it might hit me on the body.
These are very difficult times for new artists. Back in the day, a hit song could really seep into a person's DNA with radio and MTV. A hit today is not the same as a hit twenty years ago. Now there is so much competition, it is very hard to reach the people. The music scene is so overly saturated. There are no gatekeepers like there used to be.
Famous archer, Howard Hill won all of the 267 archery contests he entered. He could hit a bullseye at 50 feet, then split first arrow with the second. Would it be possible for you to shoot better than him? YES, if he were blindfolded! How can you hit a target you can't see? Even worse, how can you hit a target you don't even have!? You need to have GOALS in your life!
Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld said any assumption that the US would not use force against North Korea would be a mistake. Such bellicosity frightens liberals. The left's reaction to nutty despots is: he might hit me, so I'll be nice. Rumsfeld's idea is: He'll hit me? Maybe I'll hit him. The beauty of that approach cannot be denied.
There are certain things I can't do, certain pitches I can't hit. You stay away from them. You try to wait for pitches you can hit. The bat speed isn't what it used to be. You make up for it by using your head, working counts, getting ahead in counts and getting pitches to hit and hitting them hard.
Do you know how many ways love can hit you? So it makes you happy, or miserable? It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper, or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you, it's hit me when it comes to you.
Do you know how many ways love can hit you? So it makes you happy, or miserable? It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper, or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you, it's hit me when it comes to you
YOU A BAD MUTHAFUCKA, YOU A BAD MUTAHFUCKA BETRAYED BY YOUR LOVER NOW YOU LOOKING FOR ANOTHER OH, LADIES NIGHT TIME TO SEE WHAT YOU DISCOVER HIT THE CLUBS SEARCHING FOR A TRUE BALLER LIKE THE RUCKA HE SAID, "WHERE YOU AT? WHERE YOU AT? BETTER TELL ME WHERE YOU AT CALL ME BACK, HIT ME BACK, BUT YOU AIN'T HAVING NONE OF THAT." BESIDES IT'S A FRIDAY, YOU PUT YOUR PHONE ON VIBRATE SOON AS THE LIQUOR HIT YOUR SYSTEM YOU GOIN' GYRATE
Chemistry is really about two people who like to act together, I think. It's like tennis in the most cliched way. It's like if you hit the ball, they hit the ball back, and they don't hit it into the stands, and they don't put the ball in their pocket and walk off - and they don't argue with the umpire, you know?
What happened?" she breathed, staring at me. "I got hit in the face with a pie," I said. Mags stopped, blinking. "You got...hit in the face with a pie," she repeated. "I...what? I'm sorry, but I've been in charge of this Library for a long time. I've seen a lot of really ridiculous things. I lived in Wales. And there is no way being hit with a pie should have turned you human." "It was a really evil pie," I said.
A human hires a hit man to kill his cousin for money, boring. That same hit man botches the job twice, funny. Then the desperate hit man sends a ghoul after the girl to finish things up, my curiosity's piqued. That same ghoul ends up with his head cut off by a mysterious redhead... Ah. Now I'm interested.
When you play piano, your left hand and right hand are synced. Your brain basically has a clock, so that the right hand knows that 0.3 seconds after I hit this key, I need to hit that one. And the right hand knows not to hit keys that the left hand is playing, so the hands do not collide.
I don't like seeing you hit.' 'Well, to be quite honest, I don't like being hit unless it's by you.' As soon as it was out of my mouth, I realized what I had said. 'That sounded all sorts of wrong.' 'Insanely so, actually.' 'To be clear, ' I said to any overhearing ears, 'I hit him back-' 'Hard.' 'It's a very give-and-take, non-abuse type hitting situation... ' The sides of Liam's mouth folded up like an accordion. 'You should probably stop now.' 'I'm trying. My mouth keeps moving of its own accord.