Somebody once asked me if I ever went up to the plate trying to hit a home run. I said, 'Sure, every time.'— Mickey Mantle
Grateful Home Plate quotations
If you want to change the world, go home and love your family.
Just take the ball and throw it where you want to. Throw strikes. Home plate don't move.
Ninety feet between home plate and first base may be the closest man has ever come to perfection.
If light is in your heart, you will find your way home.
We enter the world alone, we leave it alone.
He looks like a greyhound, but he runs like a bus.
To be good you've gotta have a lot of little boy in you.
When you see Willie Mays and Ted Williams jumping and hopping around the bases after hitting a home run, and the kissing and hugging that goes on at home plate, you realize they have to be little boys.
Travel is not really about leaving our homes, but leaving our habits.
Throw strikes. Home plate don't move.
Spread the diaper in the position of the diamond with you at bat.
Then fold second base down to home and set the baby on the pitcher's mound. Put first base and third together, bring up home plate and pin the three together. Of course, in case of rain, you gotta call the game and start all over again.
When you go to home plate with a lot of confidence, you feel that you can hit any pitch.
Take care of your body, it's the only home you have.
I always tried to watch the pitcher and his complete windup from the moment he had the ball in his glove all the way through his motion, and tried to follow it all the way out of his hand, all the way to home plate.
There's a sense of aliveness that comes from connection, shared experience.
And you see it in every place. You see it when ball players jump up and down, gather at home plate, hugging, and it's not just because they're winning, it's that shared moment, that feeling of - we enter the world alone, we leave alone.
Phil Niekro and his brother were pitching against each other in Atlanta.
Their parents were sitting right behind home plate. I saw their folks more that day than they did the whole weekend.
Thousands of tired, never-shaken, over civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountain is going home, that wilderness is a necessity.
I told the umpires to walk back at least thirty-five feet from home plate.
That reduced the arguements.
Grown-ups shouldn’t finish books they’re not enjoying.
When you’re no longer a child, and you no longer live at home, you don’t have to finish everything on your plate. One reward of leaving school is that you don’t have to finish books you don’t like.
I still enjoy watching a batter successfully cross home plate, but nothing thrills me more than seeing the Holy Spirit at work in hearts as the Gospel is carried into stadiums, across the airwaves, and around the world.
People travel to faraway places to watch, in fascination, the kind of people they ignore at home.
Now you can leave home at any time you like.
Your mother comes down and finds a picture of the Eiffel Tower on her plate. And she says, 'Oh! Rosemary's gone to Paris. No wonder the bathroom was so tidy.' And nobody minds. But in my day, to go abroad with all those wicked Frenchmen, what would become of them? So no-one ever went anywhere.
Certain guys, they can see a guy do a certain thing with their glove and know what pitch is coming. I couldn't do that. But I can get on first base and I can tell you by his move if that pitcher is going to first base or home plate every time.
Home plate is 17 inches wide, but I ignore the middle 12 inches.
I pitch to the two-and-a-half inches on each side.
The place you are looking for is the plate from which you are looking.
I watched the guy that hits a home run, and he comes across the plate and he points skyward, like thanking for the help from the Almighty to hit the home run. And as he does that, I say to myself, 'God screwed the pitcher.' And I don't know how else you look at it.
It is no more expected of most producers to read a book than it is, say, of Ted Williams to dust off home plate.
We don't need gold plated highways. We don't need zoning commissions which penalize offices at home and promote car commutes.
Little by little, the bird makes its nest.
How did Italy manage to end up with no Caribbean islands at all? Christopher Columbus took the trouble to discover the Caribbean personally before the end of the fifteenth century. Try to get a decent plate of spaghetti there now.
My mother is from Paris, so she was quite a fashion plate.
I always had that French influence at home.
If one is looking for cultural testosterone and raging off-the-wall competition in the world of communications, Manhattan was - and is - home plate.
We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, learn, grow, love and then return home.
I'm not thinking home run, I just want to put a good swing on the ball.
When you go looking for home runs, you get off of your swing. So you don't think of homers when you go up to the plate.
It's a Little Leaguers game that major leaguers play extraordinarily well, a game that excites us throughout adulthood. The crack of the bat and the scent of the horsehide on leather bring back our own memories that have been washed away with the sweat and tears of summers long gone...even as the setting sun pushes the shadows past home plate.
Waiting is one of life's hardships. It is hard enough to wait for chocolate cream pie while burnt roast beef is still on your plate. It is plenty difficult to wait for Halloween when the tedious month of September is still ahead of you. But to wait for one's adopted uncle to come home while a greedy and violent man is upstairs was one of the worst waits the Baudelaires had ever experienced.
My home is in Heaven. I'm just traveling through this world.
[A]ll of life, as we know it, moves in little, unavailing circles.
More justly than to anything else, it can be likened to the game of baseball. Crack! we hit the ball, and away we go. If we earn a run (in life we call it success) we get back to the home plate and sit upon a bench. If we are thrown out, we walk back to the home plate -- and sit upon a bench.
A man fishes for two reasons: he’s either sport fishing or fishing to eat, which means he’s either going to try to catch the biggest fish he can, take a picture of it, admire it with his buddies and toss it back to sea, or he’s going to take that fish on home, scale it, fillet it, toss it in some cornmeal, fry it up, and put it on his plate. This, I think, is a great analogy for how men seek out women.