By the second tour I had rice cakes and hummus with me, and I was jumping rope in my room.— Taylor Dane
Charming Jump Rope quotations
When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.
At one time, I wanted to be a WWE wrestler.
I still do. I want to go in the ring once and mess around and jump off the ropes and do a Stone Cold stunt.
How could you reach the pearl by only looking at the sea? If you seek the pearl, be a diver: the diver needs several qualities: he must trust his rope and his life to the Friend's hand, he must stop breathing, and he must jump.
To succeed, jump as quickly at opportunities as you do at conclusions.
I am constantly working out-circuit training, jumping rope, and stair-stepping, and sticking to 1200 calories a day. It can't be something that you're doing to lose weight, and then once you do, you're done. I do it every day of my life.
First, when I was 12, I saw a Spanish girl jumping rope.
I never saw her face, but it was still the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen.
Working your core always, your foot speed, jumping rope, push-ups and sit-ups - things like that are really important. Those things will pay off more than just doing what a bench press will.
Adventure isn't hanging off a rope on the side of a mountain. Adventure is an attitude we must apply to the day to day obstacles of life.
If I do hit that rope and do a hop, skip and a jump and get up as high as I can, I'm just going to hold my breath, because I know i'm going to hear all kinds of scar tissue popping.
The longer you wait, the more the jump rope becomes a big steel cable.
Most songs that aren't jump-rope songs, or lullabies, are cautionary tales or goodbye songs and road songs.
Set a goal that makes you want to jump out of bed in the morning.
If I eat something a little crazy or if I feel sluggish, I know I have to eat better the next day and work out. I work out, I do circuit training so I try to keep my heart rate up whether I'm doing cardio, lifting weights or jumping rope. I like to mix it up. I also take Zumba classes - I love those, those are a blast.
I think the first time I really heard poetry was in the schoolyard.
Just the little limericks that kids say when they're jumping rope and playing games. I think that's the first time I heard rhyming words - I don't know if I'd call that the definitive poetry, but that's when I heard rhyming words said and not necessarily sung.
All I had to do was go out and perform.
One of the hardest things was doing those back flips, where you had to jump up and land on the top rope. It's precision movement.
An entrepreneur is someone who jumps off a cliff, and builds a plane on his way down.
I used to imagine that making it in music - really making it in music - is if you're an old man going by a schoolyard and you hear children singing your songs, playing jump-rope, or on the swings. That's the ultimate. You're in the culture.
As the skipping rope hit the pavement, so did the ball.
As the rope curved over the head of the jumping child, the child with the ball caught the ball. Down came the ropes. Down came the balls. Over and over again. Up. Down. All in rhythm. All identical. Like the houses. Like the paths. Like the flowers
To be a true comic, you have to have a signature move.
You ever watch wrestling? And your favorite wrestler has the one move that he always does to finish his opponent off, right? Like when he climbs on the rope, and he always jumps off the top rope and finishes off his opponent - that's what a comic has.
Those who don't jump will never fly.
To maintain a youthful mind, write down two or three things you can do that are totally childlike, such as eating an ice cream cone, coloring a picture, or jumping rope. Find something that brings back the sense of fun you had as a child and choose one of these activities to do today.
Young writers if they are to mature require a period of between three and seven years in which to live down their promise. Promise is like the mediaeval hangman who after settling the noose, pushed his victim off the platform and jumped on his back, his weight acting a drop while his jockeying arms prevented the unfortunate from loosening the rope. When he judged him dead he dropped to the ground.
For a good workout, I go to At One Fitness in North Hollywood, where my trainer, Jon Allsop, puts me through it all. I like it because it's a small gym and I've known the people for a long time. Jon will have me do cross-training where I'll lift weights, jump rope, throw around a medicine ball and I never get to stop.
We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.
When I was a kid, we played a jump rope game called double Dutch - where you had to jump over two ropes swinging in opposite directions. Picking just the right moment to jump in was a practiced art form.
I bought a jump rope - but man, that thing’s just a rope. You have to do the jump part yourself.
Black folks never bungie jump. That's too much like lynching for us. I'm gonna let you tie a rope around me and push me off a bridge? You must be out your damn mind.
Entrepreneur = someone who jumps off a cliff and builds a plane on the way down.
I hate working out, but I love jumping rope. Theres a rhythm. It's like dancing.
Circuit training consists of doing resistant movements combined with an aerobic activity (jogging in place, jump rope, jumping jacks, etc.).
There's something in us that is very much attracted to madness.
Everyone who looks off the edge of a tall building has felt at least a faint, morbid urge to jump. And anyone who has ever put a loaded pistol up to his head... All right, my point is this: even the most well-adjusted person is holding onto his or her sanity by a greased rope. I really believe that. The rationality circuits are shoddily built into the human animal.
If you like to make things out of wood, or sew, or dance, or style people's hair, or dream up stories and act them out, or play the trumpet, or jump rope, or whatever you really love to do, and you love that in front of your children, that's going to be a far more important gift than anything you could ever give them wrapped up in a box with ribbons.
Step on a crack , you'll break your mama's back.
Step on a stone, you'll end up all alone. Step on a stick, you're bound to get the Sick. Watch where you tread, you'll bring out all the dead. - A common children's playground chant, usually accompanied by jumping rope or clapping.
I was jumping rope. Everything was fine. And then suddenly everything seemed so futile.
We knew the pain of winter rushing up your skirt, and the ache of keeping your knees together in class, and how drab and infuriating it was to jump rope while the boys played baseball. We could never understand why the girls cared so much about being mature, or why they felt compelled to compliment each other.