But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Checker-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves and checks and slays And one by one back in the Closet lays.
When I was a Boy Scout we played a game when new Scouts joined the troop. We lined up chairs in a pattern creating an obstacle course through which the new Scouts blindfolded were supposed to maneuver. The Scoutmaster gave them a few moments to study the pattern before our adventure began. But as soon as the victims were blindfolded the rest of us quietly removed the chairs. I think life is like this game. Perhaps we spend our lives avoiding obstacles we have created for ourselves and in reality exist only in our minds. Were afraid to apply for that job take violin lessons learn a foreign language call an old friend write our Congressman whatever it is that we would really like to do but dont because of perceived obstacles. Dont avoid any chairs until you run smack into one. And if you do at least youll have a place to sit down.
?Tis all a Checkerboard of Nights and Days Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves and mates and stays And one by one back in the Closet lays.
Like life basketball is messy and unpredictable. It has its way with you no matter how hard you try to control it. The trick is to experience each moment with a clear mind and open heart. When you do that the game–and life–will take care of itself.
Games are among the most interesting creations of the human mind and the analysis of their structure is full of adventure and surprises. Unfortunately there is never a lack of mathematicians for the job of transforming delectable ingredients into a dish that tastes like a damp blanket.
You are eight years old. It is Sunday evening. You are granted an extra hour before bed. The family is playing monopoly. You have been told that you are big enough to join them. You lose. You are losing continuously. Your stomach cramps with fear. Nearly all your possessions are gone. Your brothers are snatching all the houses from your streets. The last street is being sold. You have to give in. You have lost. And suddenly you know that it is only a game. You jump with joy and you knock the big lamp over. It falls on the floor and drags the teapot with it. The others are angry with you but you laugh when you go upstairs. You know you are nothing. And you know that not-to-be and not-to-have give an immeasurable freedom.
You cant expect to hit the jackpot if you dont put a few nickels in the machine.
But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Checker-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves and checks and slays And one by one back in the Closet lays.
Play up! play up! and play the game!
The gods play games with men as balls… In wondrous ways do the gods make sport with men.
That she won the game startled me cold. The way she won the pattern of her thought on the chessboard charmed me warm again and then some.
DIE n. The singular of dice. We seldom hear the word because there is a prohibitory proverb Never say die.
Please dont ask me what the score is Im not even sure what the game is.
When I was a Boy Scout we played a game when new Scouts joined the troop. We lined up chairs in a pattern creating an obstacle course through which the new Scouts blindfolded were supposed to maneuver. The Scoutmaster gave them a few moments to study the pattern before our adventure began. But as soon as the victims were blindfolded the rest of us quietly removed the chairs. I think life is like this game. Perhaps we spend our lives avoiding obstacles we have created for ourselves and in reality exist only in our minds. Were afraid to apply for that job take violin lessons learn a foreign language call an old friend write our Congressman whatever it is that we would really like to do but dont because of perceived obstacles. Dont avoid any chairs until you run smack into one. And if you do at least youll have a place to sit down.
?Tis all a Checkerboard of Nights and Days Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves and mates and stays And one by one back in the Closet lays.
My work is a game a very serious game.
Like life basketball is messy and unpredictable. It has its way with you no matter how hard you try to control it. The trick is to experience each moment with a clear mind and open heart. When you do that the game–and life–will take care of itself.
The game of life is not so much in holding a good hand as playing a poor hand well.
Games are among the most interesting creations of the human mind and the analysis of their structure is full of adventure and surprises. Unfortunately there is never a lack of mathematicians for the job of transforming delectable ingredients into a dish that tastes like a damp blanket.
Learn the fundamentals of the game and stick to them. Band-Aid remedies never last.
The excitement that a gambler feels when making a bet is equal to the amount he might win times the probability of winning it.
To play billiards well is a sign of an ill-spent youth.
You are eight years old. It is Sunday evening. You are granted an extra hour before bed. The family is playing monopoly. You have been told that you are big enough to join them. You lose. You are losing continuously. Your stomach cramps with fear. Nearly all your possessions are gone. Your brothers are snatching all the houses from your streets. The last street is being sold. You have to give in. You have lost. And suddenly you know that it is only a game. You jump with joy and you knock the big lamp over. It falls on the floor and drags the teapot with it. The others are angry with you but you laugh when you go upstairs. You know you are nothing. And you know that not-to-be and not-to-have give an immeasurable freedom.