A Quote by Lou Holtz

Give me a blackboard. I can stop anything on a blackboard. — © Lou Holtz
Give me a blackboard. I can stop anything on a blackboard.
Going to the blackboard at school was the worst torture.
It is still an unending source of surprise for me how a few scribbles on a blackboard or on a piece of paper can change the course of human affairs.
Life is this great big blackboard, and on it you write all the things that you do.
Music is the chalk to the blackboard of life. Without it everything is a blank slate
When I was in school, I was too short to erase the blackboard. It was my job to put away the chairs.
I like music that's more offensive. I like it to sound like nails on a blackboard, get me wild.
It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers.
That's the amazing thing about life. You can just rub it out, like a blackboard, and start again.
I am not fully forgiven until I allow God to write his new dream for my life on the blackboard of my mind. .. God has a great plan to redeem society. He needs me and wants to use me.
But it is strange how many rational beings believe the ultimate truths of the universe to be reducible to patterns on a blackboard.
I'm the oldest of four children, and when I was young, I used to get the blackboard out and make my brothers and sisters sit in front of me while I taught class. They all thought I wanted to be a teacher, but I didn't. I was impersonating my teachers.
One can read all one wants, and spend eternities in front of a blackboard with a tutor, but one is not going to learn to swim until one gets in the water.
To me, the big thing in being a successful team is repetition of what you're doing, either by word of mouth, blackboard, or specifically by work on the field. You repeat, repeat, repeat as a unit.
Being a man of taste and sophistication, the 80s were objectively, quantifiably, empirically, diagram-it-on-a-blackboard the worst decade in the history of recorded music.
Where is the sound?" someone hastily scribbled on the blackboard, and they all waited anxiously for the reply. Milo caught his breath, picked up the chalk, and explained simply, "It's on the tip of my tongue.
There was a seminar for advanced students in Zürich that I was teaching and von Neumann was in the class. I came to a certain theorem, and I said it is not proved and it may be difficult. Von Neumann didn't say anything but after five minutes he raised his hand. When I called on him he went to the blackboard and proceeded to write down the proof. After that I was afraid of von Neumann.
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