Seated here in contemplations lost, my thought discovers vaster space beyond, supernal silence and unfathomed peace
I write our names on the page.What of it, if the paper will be burned?I write our names in the sand.What of it, if the shore will be washed by waves?I write our names on trees that will be cutand benc...
No king has a throne more beautiful than a bench covered with the autumn leaves!
You cannot score a goal when you are sitting on the bench. To do so, you have to dress up and enter the game.
A throne is only a bench covered with velvet.
When we feel we have benched ourselves for too long, we must loosen up the unessential, get over our endless cringing and make a bold leap to the glowing stars of our dream. ("Steaming ahead" )
There's something very enticing about an empty bench under a tree. And if it's facing a river, that's the bench for me.
I want to lie down on the bench then, or better yet, on the grass, rest on something living and see if I can hear the dead underneath.
When I was growing up, my dad didn't have weights, so he made himself a weight bench. Instead of a hand-me-down jacket, it was a hand-me-down weight bench.
You're always at war with the guy on the other bench. You pick up their patterns. That's what I got the most out of this year. I know what other coaches like to do.