Quote by Pete Rose
My father taught me that the only way you can make good at anythin

My father taught me that the only way you can make good at anything is to practice, and then practice some more. – Pete Rose

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No one ever asked what was my relationship with Bart Giamatti. We used to talk about baseball a lot as a player and a commissioner, just talk about the game, what could we do to help the game, wheres the game going, he was pretty good. – Pete Rose

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There is an old saying that money cant buy happiness. If it could, I would buy myself four hits every game. – Pete Rose

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The golden child may be the oldest one, unless its the youngest. It may be the toughest one, unless its the most sensitive. Its not even necessary that Mom and Dad have the same favorite – and typically they dont. – Jeffrey Kluger

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My mum always told me I was precious, while my dad always told me I was worthless. I think thats a good grounding for a balanced life. – Alan Cumming

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The most challenging part of being a dad is self-restraint. So often your instinct is to teach and tell. I am constantly reminding myself to listen to them. – Michael Chiklis

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My dad raised me with some good advice: Always tell the truth. Always shoot from the hip. You might not have many friends, but youll never have enemies, because people will always know where youre coming from. – Pink

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The arrival of any child brings you a lot of happiness. – Seal

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I can talk to my dad like hes my manager, and put Dad on the back burner. Weve been doing it since I was 13. – Jessica Simpson

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Work is hard. Distractions are plentiful. And time is short. – Adam Hochschild

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The poetry of a given age teaches us less what it has, than what it wants and what it loves. It is a living medal, where the concavities in the die are transformed into convexities on the bronze or gold. – Alexandre Vinet (1797–1847)

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