A Quote by Tim Howard

I'll be on a beach somewhere when I'm 40. — © Tim Howard
I'll be on a beach somewhere when I'm 40.

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Some beach, somewhere. There's a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chair. Palm trees are growin' and a warm breeze a blowing. I picture myself right there, on some beach, somewhere.
I'd love to go somewhere warm, somewhere near the beach and somewhere with a cool culture. It could be Hawaii, Cuba, South America - anywhere that has a cool culture and a beautiful climate.
In July everybody you telephone is somewhere else - either on the beach or on vacation, and half the time you're somewhere else too.
I went with Beach Fossils and we played 40 shows because we wanted people to see us.
My first thought for the off season is to go somewhere hot and on the beach.
I like things going on in my life. I don't want to be on a beach somewhere just relaxing.
In a couple of days, it will be 40 days, 40 hours, 40 years in the desert - 40 is fraught with meaning and symbolism.
I'm no day at the beach. And if it is a beach, it's Hampton Beach. Ever been there? It's not nice.
I'd most likely be a helicopter pilot, or I'd own a really cool surf hotel somewhere on a beach.
If I do go to the beach there have to be certain rules: it can't be a pebbly beach, there has to be some shade and there has to be a beach bar. I don't want to go off the beaten track.
I don't understand why a 40 is a quarter of beer when a 40 is 40 ounces. It's time to embrace the metric system.
My dream is to have a house on the beach, even just a little shack somewhere so I can wake up, have coffee, look at dolphins, be quiet and breathe the air.
Where's your sense of adventure?" "Off on a beach somewhere with your sanity?
There's a set of rules out there somewhere that says it all ends by 40. I hope to be able to defy that because I truly love my work.
If a lawyer, if a teacher, if a bus driver, if they're on $40,000 and they get offered a lot more to go somewhere else, what do you think they're going to do?
Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright; The band is playing somewhere; and somewhere hearts are light; And somewhere men are laughing; and little children shout; But there is no joy in Mudville- great Casey has struck out.
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