A Quote by Paulo Dybala

It can be hard, swapping jerseys when you are losing. — © Paulo Dybala
It can be hard, swapping jerseys when you are losing.
When Linsanity happened, within 12 hours to 24 hours, there were no jerseys to get. So you had this huge demand, and there's no jerseys available. Then you order them like crazy, and by the time they get in, the moment's over.
It's one thing to wear jerseys at games, which fans have been doing in great numbers for 30 years, dressing as if they might be summoned from the stands on a moment's notice to pinch-run. But those same jerseys are now omnipresent on airplanes, in restaurants, in doctor's waiting rooms.
It's hard to be done a favor by a man you hate. It's hard to hate him so much afterwards. Losing an enemy can be worse than losing a friend, if you've had him for long enough.
The one thing that I do have that I really like is I framed some of my jerseys. In college, I played for Team U.S.A. I framed some of those jerseys. I framed my jersey when I got drafted by the Padres. I do have my first stolen base ever from when I stole a base in 2015. I have the actual base, which is pretty neat.
There comes that phase in life when, tired of losing, you decide to stop losing, then continue losing. Then you decide to really stop losing, and continue losing. The losing goes on and on so long you begin to watch with curiosity, wondering how low you can go.
Sure, losing an election hurts, but I've experienced worse. And at an age when every day is precious, brooding over what might have been is self-defeating. In conceding the 1996 election, I remarked that "tomorrow will be the first time in my life I don't have anything to do." I was wrong. Seventy-two hours after conceding the election, I was swapping wisecracks with David Letterman on his late-night show.
I have a hard time believing athletes are overpriced. If an owner is losing money, give it up. It's a business. I have trouble figuring out why owners would stay in if they're losing money.
Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Guys would take runs at me even if I didn't have the puck. [On one occasion] my coach told me that the other team were told to hit number 21 as hard as they could the first period, so we switched jerseys.
I took the game seriously. It was my profession. My teammates also took losing hard. We would all sit in the locker room after losing a big game and talk about how we could have done something differently to change the outcome
What I worry about is that people are losing confidence, losing energy, losing enthusiasm, and there's a real opportunity to get them into work.
Losing a son, losing a daughter, a brother, a sister, losing a close friend - it can go beyond grief to isolation and feeling despair.
Losing my parents really set me adrift in more ways than one. It's not just losing them. It's losing the possibility of family.
Losing sucks. Nobody wants to be known for losing; you can't even have fun when you're losing.
We're constantly losing - we're losing time, we're losing ourselves. I don't feel for the things I lost.
When you're in a losing streak, your ability to properly assimilate and analyze information starts to become distorted because of the impairment of the confidence factor, which is a by-product of a losing streak. You have to work very hard to restore that confidence, and cutting back trading size helps achieve that goal.
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