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Everyone born is on the field of life__ game, but not everyone does wear the jersey of vision! Some people are fair players and others are injury causers; you joke with the later and they hit you down in pain and blood stains!

Life is a game where fair players are winners! But as for the "injury causers", "red-card" sees their end off!

You are either a player or a spectator! Players influence the game while spectators watch them to do it. Such is life!

Every game has rules. Obey the rules, win the game; disobey the rule, lose it! The game of life has loser and winners. Play fairly and win!

One major factor that will prevent your dreams from becoming nightmares is learning to vacate your spectators_ seat and then taking steps towards the players' bench! You've got to play to win!

Absolute is a game with only one player where Absolute forgets itself so it would have a reason to fulfill the motion while returning.

When everyone believes they are the life coaches, who are the players?

A deceitful man will go as far as to trample all over a woman__ reputation and spirit, in order to prove to his ex-love that he was faithful. The irony, is he is still in love with his ex and the new woman in his life doesn__ even realize it.

The most thought to keep in mind is that "players" gain money at the end of each game while "spectators" lose it for a ticket in order to see the gainful players display their skills. Don't you want to keep watching your dreams or you want to get on the run with them?

Violinists wear the imprint on their necks with prideFor they are the players of harmony.Pilgrims, too, wear the imprint on their foreheads with prideFor they are the conductors of unity.And Lovers? Why, they are made humble by the imprint on their heartsFor they are merely the instruments of rhapsody.

Whenever you keep score in love, you lose.

A POCKET-SIZED GIRLHe keeps me in his pocket for a rainy day; he swears I'm not an object as he yo-yo's me away.A friend is what we'll call it,but my friend, he does not know,each time it rains I love him_ so to his pocket, I must go.He thinks he's being clever,but I am not a fool;his love ain't worth a penny,so to my heart I must be cruel.

....finally I see that it__ never been me, just a blanket that keeps you warm. Easily tossed alongwhen something flashier or someone prettier comes along. Your heart I held so carefully, I see, this was all just a game...

She stabbed him with her wicked pretty knife, disrupted his simple life.She's a player, a heartbreaker,and now she breaks alone.

She wasn't his girlfriend. She was his bubblegum girl--only fun until she lost her flavor.

There's this total manwhore phenomenon happening, where even the geeks are player now. It's like Manhattan is this giant playground and guys want to keep playing forever.

A person who plays the game knowing he will win, doesn__ impress me as much as the person who plays the game even though he knows that he might lose.

There was no 'I' in team, but there was meat in team. And we were all dead meat.