Most Inspirational Timely Sports Quotes (2022 Updated)

Sports Quotes are inspiration for the players. if they read these quotes on daily basis, hidden energy is going to be with them in the conscious mind. which will be helpful in the sports to reach the goal and to win the match.

25 Best Sports Quotes

Sports represent a shared vision of how we continue, as individual, team, or community, to experience a happiness or absence of care so intense, so rare, and so fleeting that we associate their experience with experience otherwise described as religious or we say the sports experience must be the tattered remnant of an experience which was once described, when first felt, as religious.

A. Bartlett Giamatti, Take Time for Paradise: Americans and Their Games

The gods have fled, I know. My sense is the gods have always been essentially absent. I do not believe human beings have played games or sports from the beginning merely to summon or to please or to appease the gods. If anthropologists and historians believe that, it is because they believe whatever they have been able to recover about what humankind told the gods humankind was doing.

I believe we have played games, and watched games, to imitate the gods, to become godlike in our worship of eachother and, through those moments of transmutation, to know for an instant what the gods know.

A. Bartlett Giamatti, Take Time for Paradise: Americans and Their Games

When you’re a professional athlete, you get paid millions of dollars for doing something that’s not only fun, but also physical and badass. You have fans: pathetic people without their own lives or hopes or dreams that measure their happiness on your weekly performance (this still boggles my mind, but in the best way possible””however, my role as a fan now is quite detached).

You get to travel around to different cities and fuck their most beautiful women. You are given license to do pretty much whatever you want all the time, and are forgiven easily and often instantly when caught doing anything illegal. Professional athletes can literally get away with murder.

A.D. Aliwat, Alpha

Worse than getting kicked out of your slot to go on to a winning season is to lead during a losing one. Nobody wants to be king of the losers.

A.D. Aliwat, Alpha

There’s a reason why the Super Bowl is watched way more than the NBA Finals and World Series.

A.D. Aliwat, Alpha

[Lizzie Bennington to a reporter who has asked for her opinion about Jack Archer’s celebrated thighs.] “When you come back from a set down and bring the match to a final set tiebreak and are a point away from winning the match, only to have what looks like an extremely fit player call a time out because of a cramp and then watch that player sit back and casually converse and laugh while you do your best to keep your mental focus and your body moving so you don’t grow cold and cramp yourself, I hardly think you’d concern yourself with his burgeoning manhood, let alone his thighs!

A.G. Starling, It’s a Love Game

He was working that charm right now on the trainer who kneeled before him and touched his thigh as though it were the thigh of David, Michelangelo’s glorious statue come to life right here on court.

A.G. Starling, It’s a Love Game

I want to eat you alive, he wanted to say. I want to sink into you and stay. God, how did this happen so fast? He was dizzy with it, with Jake’s passion, his laugh, his growl, the deep brown eyes that darkened with hunger when they looked at him. Brandon shivered and wrapped his arms around Jake’s neck to hold on tight.

Abigail Roux, Caught Running

The sunrise was the most amazing part of the day. The quiet of the block seemed even more silent when I watched the light make its way effortlessly into the world. Its serenity bathed itself in the rose colored light above bleeding into the sky. The road was vulnerable. The pink and the orange seeped onto the street and lit up my path, just for me.

I saw it in front of my feet and it pulled me forward, my footsteps hitting the gravel. I wanted to run into it, to dive feet first and plunge into the harmony of my safe haven. It serenaded me into a calm sense of security. A calm idea that everything was just the way it was supposed to, and everything else, would always get better. Siempre mejorando.

Adriana Rodrigues, Protect These Streets

Why do you like show jumping?””… Beauty and excitement. The elements of trust, talent, training, love, and danger make show jumping a thrilling and aesthetic experience. It’s really the ultimate test of two nervous systems–the kinetic transfer of the rider’s muscle to the horse’s muscle enables them to clear those jumps.

And there’s nothing like it–horse and rider forming an arc of beauty, efficiency, and power, like a double helix.””DNA,””Yes, DNA, the code to life.

Ainslie Sheridan

Sportsmanship isn’t about criticizing the “ONE” who didn’t win on “That ONE”day… it’s about appreciating and supporting their hard work amidst failures!!!

Akansh Malik

Practice hard,Train hard,work hard and Play harder.

Alcurtis Turner

It’s not about the games it’s about practice and when you practice, go hard!!

Alcurtis Turner

A scout never comes out to scout a team it’s the player that they are scouting.

Alcurtis Turner

The more you practice the better you’ll be, the harder you train the great in you they’ll see.

Alcurtis Turner

A lost is a lost no matter if you loose by 1 point or 40 points it’s still a lost.

Alcurtis Turner

To be a professional you have to act like one as well..

Alcurtis Turner

Basketball is not just a game its a way of living if you apply it to everyday life.

Alcurtis Turner

If you put the time and work into getting better therefore that is called practice, anything that you practice you will definitely get better.

Alcurtis Turner

Something that you love so much you would be willing to die for it.

Alcurtis Turner

I much preferred winning to thinking and I didn’t like losing at all.

Aleksandar Hemon, The Book of My Lives

I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it. Football. Bloody hell.

Alex Ferguson

My best score is 103  but I’ve only been playing for fifteen years.

Alex Karras

Sportsmanship is definitely an important thing in all sports. In soccer, we all respect each other on such a high level, between Sweden and Brazil and Japan or whatever team it is.

Alex Karras

What distinguishes a true competitor from a mere participant is that the competitor derives enjoyment from the nature of the competition aside from the prize at the end. She gets a rush from the gaming dynamics and appreciates the beauty of the game. At the end of the day, you play for the love of the game or not at all.

Alisa Melekhina, Reality Check: What the Ancient Game of Chess Can Teach You About Success in Modern Competitive Settings

Most Inspirational Sports Quotes of All Time

1. To the consummate competitor, winning is not the same as beating your opponents. Winning is playing to your absolute best; beating others is a corollary effect, not the primary goal. – Alisa Melekhina, Reality Check: What the Ancient Game of Chess Can Teach You About Success in Modern Competitive Settings
2. Every sport pretends to be literature. . . – Alistair Cooke
3. Only one person can own any plate at a time. It belongs to the pitcher, or it belongs to the batter, Aiken, but not to both. You understand. – Allan Dare Pearce, Paris in April
4. I enjoy going to the Y. I take all the fitness classes that my dad takes; that’s sort of our bonding – anything athletic, anything sports related. – Alyson Stoner
5. What if winning the gold medal at the Olympics wasn’t the end?What if… it was only the beginning? – Amanda Dubin, Universe Olympics: Chapter 1
6. Academe, n.: An ancient school where morality and philosophy were taught. Academy, n.: A modern school where football is taught. – Ambrose Bierce, The Unabridged Devil’s Dictionary
7. When I see an arrogant man, I see one less competitor. – Amit Kalantri
8. Software testing is a sport like hunting, it’s bughunting. – Amit Kalantri
9. Good becomes better by playing against better, but better doesn’t become the best by playing against good. – Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words
10. In any game, the game itself is the prize, no matter who wins, ultimately both lose the game. – Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words
11. The smell of the sweat is not sweet, but the fruit of the sweat is very sweet. – Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words
12. Faster is fatal, slower is safe. – Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words
13. Take care of your car in the garage, and the car will take care of you on the road. – Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words
14. Among all the machines, motorcar is my favorite machine. – Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words
15. I am emotional about engines, if you hurt my car, you hurt my heart. – Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words
16. I am so obsessed with the cars that sometimes I feel like my heart is not a muscle, it’s an engine. – Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words
17. I love the wheels, I mean steering wheel. – Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words
18. It is not over. Champions extend their limits and make things happen. – Amit Ray
19. Breathe out unwanted thoughts with your exhale and re-focus your attention directly on what is important right now, at this moment. – Amit Ray, Beautify your Breath – Beautify your Life
20. Everyone has the fire, but the champions know when to ignite the spark. – Amit Ray, Enlightenment Step by Step
21. Champions never sleep, the eternal spirit keep them alert and awake. – Amit Ray, Enlightenment Step by Step
22. You don’t need to play every ball but every ball needs your judgement. – Amit Ray, Enlightenment Step by Step
23. You are not alone in the struggles of life. Entire cosmos is with you. It evolves through the way you face and overcome challenges of life. Use everything in your advantage. – Amit Ray, Mindfulness Meditation for Corporate Leadership and Management
24. Did you jack off last night?”He swallowed, his throat undulating against her lips. “No.” “Really?” He wouldn’t be the first guy to lie about a quick wank. “Cross my heart. Got no sleep at all.” A surge of triumph shot through her system and her lips curved upwards. “You think” “”she slid her hand between them and groped his dick through his shorts”””you’re going to last very long when I get on my knees and blow you?”Juliet revelled in both the unsteady timbre of his breathing and the feel of him in her hand. The power she had over him in this moment hit her right between the legs. “I think I will last an embarrassingly short amount of time. – Amy Andrews

Amy Andrews Sports Quotes for Motivation

1. She loved him. She loved Ryder Davis. She loved his stupid face and his dumb smile and his idiotic biceps.
2. It was perfect. Just right. Just what the raging, frothing she-demon inside her needed. The demon that had driven the stupid argument between them and nothing short of his possession was going to drive her out. Revenge sex had taught Juliet that it wasn’t possible to screw the angry out, but if anyone could, it was Ryder. She moved restlessly against him as he held himself high inside her. “Again,” she demanded. “More.””Christ.” His breath was hot on her neck, his voice strained and clearly pissed off. “You’re so fucking bossy.
3. I’m not going to be the bad guy here, Ryder, because you can’t be like every other man out there and think with your dick.
4. I don’t suppose you’re going to be able to””” She looked around for lurking roommates and leaned in a little closer. “Fuck with that? Especially if it’s broken.”Ryder smiled. “I can fuck with all but a broken dick and even then, I’d give it a red hot try.” He lunged, grabbing her arm and she squealed playfully as he dragged her towards him. “Come and sit in my lap and I’ll show you.
5. The man ticked all of her boxes. Compassionate, kind, thoughtful. But he was alpha as fuck on a rugby field. And in the bedroom. Or on a balcony. Or in front of a mirror. Or up against a wall. She really should walk away. Now. Right now. Hell, she should run.
6. He didn’t try to kiss her. She probably would have bitten him if he had. This wasn’t nice sex. It wasn’t considerate. This wasn’t the kind of sex lovers had. It was two angry people trying to fuck each other into submission.And she’d never been more turned on in her life.
7. Whatever am I going to do with that monster, Ryder Davis?”He gave a husky laugh. “I think you could probably just tell it to come now and it would.
8. And did I mention how much chicks dig guys with dogs? Go out with Tiny and they’ll flock.””Val…” Ryder shoved a hand through his hair. “I play in one of the country’s most elite rugby teams. I’m on the tele. And billboards. In my underwear. I do okay with the chicks.
9. You told me your mother wants grandchildren.””My mother wants George Clooney to move to the farm too but that ain’t ever going to happen.
10. I’ve been lumbered with this great lug of dog through a friend of a friend for a couple of months and he has some …behavioural problems I need to manage ASAP.” “Really?” Her gaze switched to Tiny who wagged his tail looking completely angelic. Ryder could have sworn the damn mutt was smiling. “Look at you, you gorgeous boy,” she crooned, unlatching a section of the counter, lifting it up and ducking through it to join him on the other side. Tiny wagged his tail harder as Juliet approached, one hand held out in friendly greeting. Tiny, whose head came to her breasts, took full advantage, nosing her right in the cleavage as the woman slid her hands on either side of his face and cooed at him. “You are adorable, aren’t you?”Tiny licked, actually licked, her cleavage then shot a shit eating grin in Ryder’s direction. If the dog had eyebrows, one of them would be arrogantly cocked. Ryder blinked. The damn animal had more game than him. “Are you sure?” She leaned forward to drop some kisses between Tiny’s eyes, pushing his snout even further into the cushioned heaven between her breasts. “He seems very placid.”Tiny’s gave an ecstatic little shiver, his tail a blur as it dusted the floor. “Trust me. He’s the antichrist.””Oh I don’t believe that,” she said to Tiny, her voice light and teasing, her mouth a cute little moue. “Look how sweet and well behaved he is. Good boy.” She kissed him again. “Good boy.”Ryder would be sweet and well behaved if Juliet called him a good boy while cradling his head between her breasts. Hell, he’d roll over and play dead if she wanted.
11. Ryder stepped into the hallway to discover Tiny sitting in the middle, his tail wagging in greeting and what looked like a goofy smile on his face. Despite Tiny’s size, his behaviour and the sheer impracticality of having him here, Ryder felt stupidly happy to see his big, dumb face. For about two seconds. Until he saw the offering at Tiny’s feet. A steaming mountain of crap right in the middle of the hall runner.Ryder blinked. He’d never seen so much dog doo in his life. What the hell had they been feeding him? Bricks?
12. Tiny.” Juliet’s firm voice brought the dog to an abrupt halt much to Ryder’s immense relief. “Sit.”The damn dog sat and Ryder threw a dark look in Tiny’s direction until he realised the dog’s head was level with Juliet’s chest. No wonder he’d been so eager to obey. The dog wasn’t a flirt. He was a pervert. “Good puppy,” she crooned, cradling his head again, squishing his jowls, Tiny’s wet nose smooshed into her breasts.Fucks sake! The dog was getting more action than he was.
13. Ryder cocked an eyebrow. “So that’s how you get men do your bidding.”She laughed, still looking into Tiny’s eyes. “By calling them good boy and offering them treats?”Ryder smiled. Her laugh made him happy. Hell, just looking at the woman made him happy. “Works for me.
14. He’s obviously very well trained. He’s probably just confused about being handed around a bit and is acting out.”Ryder didn’t think Tiny was confused at all. That dog was smart as hell. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was enjoying putting Ryder through the ringer then acting all butter-wouldn’t-melt whenever a chick walked by in case he got to lick a cleavage or two.He was evil. An evil fucking genius.
15. I’m texting your picture, your name, and your address to one of my flatmates. In case I’m letting your beautiful building blind me to the fact you’re actually a serial killer.”To his credit, he didn’t look at her like she was crazy, just smiled. “I’m a reasonably famous rugby player. I’m on the TV. You can see my half naked ass on a billboard as you drive off the Sydney Harbour Bridge.””What, you can’t be a serial killer as well?
16. So…just kissing …?”If he was disappointed, he didn’t show it. Kudos to him. “Some feeling up is allowed, but nothing below the waist. And absolutely no sex.” Just saying it out loud was getting her all hot and bothered. Him too if the flare of his nostrils was any indication. God, she’d missed this. All of it. The flirting. The chase. The dance. Surprisingly she wasn’t even that rusty. It was all coming back to her.”So it’s making out. Like in high school.””Exactly.” She smiled.”High school sucked.
17. Juliet stared at their reflection. One big hand lay flat against her belly, the other cupped and fondled her breast. Her nipples were a dark reddish-brown from the torment. She didn’t recognise the woman who stared back, her face all flushed, her mouth parted, her head fallen back against his chest having lost its capacity to support itself. “Juliet?” His urgent prompt dragged her gaze down, to where his finger pushed lower, disappearing entirely beneath her tights while his remaining fingers stayed firmly on the outside. It found the lacy edge of her underwear and stopped, brushing back and forth. “Just the one finger.” His voice was like gravel. “That’s all I need.”Juliet moaned and closed her eyes against the wickedly delicious thought of it”” watching him get her off, with just one finger. That’s all I need. Fuck… Even his arrogance was sexy. She opened her eyes, thrilling at the sight of him pawing her, one hand on her breast the other down her pants. “Yes.” Her tongue flicked out to wet dry lips. “Hurry.”He smiled triumphantly, his nostrils flaring as his middle finger slipped under the barrier of her underwear. The waistband of her tights dragged lower, dipping in the middle, as he slid into the slick folds of her pussy. Juliet cried out at the delicious invasion, arching her back and curling her fingers into his neck. “Jesus Christ.” He pressed his face into her nape and groaned. It echoed down her spine and she shivered. “You’re so fucking wet.
18. Her gaze dropped to the zipper of his shorts, still sporting a significant bulge. “Think you can deal with that thing all by yourself?””I think I can manage after twenty six years.”She lifted her chin in the direction of the Ziggurat tiling. “Cold shower?””That’s one option. Although I do have an awesome new fantasy for my spank bank. It’d be a shame to waste it.”The thought of Ryder jacking off while he thought of her was wildly exciting. She’d love to be a fly on the wall for that. Or…”True. On the other hand you could not do anything about it. And I…a real live woman could help you out with it tomorrow night after poker. Think how much more intense it will be after you’ve denied yourself for a while.” The bob of his throat was visible from across the room. “Denial sucks.””True. But I could make it worth your while.” He sighed. “If it doesn’t kill me first.
19. She tasted good. Like salt and vinegar chips and Bailey’s Irish cream. Who knew that was such a fucking turn on?
20. He took it off, and she could see his hair was damp with sweat, as was his shirt on closer inspection. He mustn’t have bothered showering after his training session. Juliet’s belly tightened. There was just something about a sweaty man that had always done it for her. Good sweaty. Not the festering-for-hours-never-worn-deodorant kind. The healthy kind worked up through hard physical labour. The primal survival kind that attracted a woman to the type of man who could keep her in mammoth stew and furs. It clearly didn’t matter how sophisticated humans thought they were or how far they’d come. Hundreds of thousands of years of evolution and it still got down to how a man smelled. Mother Nature was one crazy bitch.
21. He was so pumped, jumping up and down on the spot, showing off the taut lean muscles in his quads and calves so different to the bulkiness of a lot of the other players. He bristled with energy, shaking out his arms, flicking his fingers. Flicking off invisible globules of testosterone so powerful she could feel their pull all the way up here. He dropped his head from side to side to work his traps, bending at the waist right in front of the box to execute a perfect hamstring stretch.Ooh la freaking la.
22. Spread your legs.” His voice was deep and dark, the glow in his eyes feral. This was what he’d looked like on the field tonight. Running the plays. Focused on the job.Dominant. Decisive. Certain.Male.
23. The noise of his zip was like the drag of a fingernail down her spine, and Juliet moaned, helpless to stop, as he pushed first his jeans, then his underwear, down and off. He stood tall and proud in front of her, his abs taut, his shoulders back, his stare still fixed between her legs, dark and hooded and intense.His nudity was breathtaking, his cock jutting out thick and hard as he shoved his hands on his hips. It was a thoroughly arrogant pose. Like a prince. Or a feudal Lord. And her body responded in kind, waiting with baited breath for his next royal command, his next move. Knowing she’d do just about anything for him in this moment with the wild beat of her pulse echoing though her ears and her gut and the slick heat at her heart.Open her mouth. Roll over. Get on all fours. Beg.
24. I saw you on that field tonight, you rugby guys look like you were born knowing how to fuck.
25. So you know how to ride a horse and muster and…stuff.”He laughed. “Yes. I know how to do stuff.” He squeezed her ass again and muscles deep and low responded. “Country boys know how to do all kinds of stuff.
26. There have to be rules though.” She pulled out of the kiss, withdrawing her finger as well, sliding it down his chin and throat, leaving a wet trail. “Rules?” Her gaze locked with his. “This can only be sex. Just seven weeks of utterly debauched, completely strings-free sex.” Her finger moved south, swirling around first one nipple then the other. “No expectations. No commitments. No getting attached. No crying like a baby and asking me not to leave.”Ryder laughed at the thought, but there was a husky catch to it as her finger trailed down his abdomen. “I’m not going to fall in love with you,” she continued. “And you’re not going to fall in love with me. I will not give up my dream again, Ryder. Not for you, not for any man. Okay?
27. His woman. Part of her knew she should object to the wording. She wasn’t his woman. They weren’t together like that. But the heaviness between her legs was blooming into something much fuller and fuck it, she liked the way it sounded on his lips while he pinned her to the railing and publically groped her.
28. Shhh,” he whispered, his breath hot at her ear. His cock was hot too, poised at her entrance. “Like this. I want to fuck you just like this. From behind. With your clothes on and your tits out and people on the street below completely oblivious. Stay really quiet.” He flexed then and pushed himself inside her but not all the way. “Oh god yes, fuuuuck.
29. They think they’re having such a good time,” he continued, whispering in her ear as he pulled out again. The two men didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move on that was for sure, standing on the wide path fronting the beach, having a loud, seemingly amusing conversation.”They’re wrong.” His hands squeezed her breasts as he slid home again, inch by slippery inch. “Nothing is as good as being inside you.
30. Trying to Jedi mind trick the towel into falling off me won’t work. You’re a rugby player not Luke Skywalker.”He grinned. “I have a light sabre in my pants that says different.” Oh he did. And he wielded that weapon of mass distraction well.
31. It’s just a dress.”Oh no. There was nothing just about it. Juliet was wearing a walking hard on. “With a zip.” He fought the desire to close his eyes and rut into her hand. “That goes on forever. I can peel you like banana.
32. I just don’t understand why they’d think we were together, when I’m leaving the country to live on the other side of the planet in a month?”It was Ryder’s turn to snort. “Well gosh, I don’t know Juliet. Maybe your hand on my cock was a clue.”She sucked in a breath, her eyes glittering now. “They could not see that!””They didn’t have to,” he bit out. “We were practically humping each other at the table.
33. So, let me get this right.” He braked at a traffic light and yanked at the edges of his bow tie, reefing the knot undone, leaving the tails flapping open. “You’re pissed at me because my friends don’t think you’re just some kind of fuck buddy?
34. Calm down?” Her voice went really low, her eyes glittering. “Don’t tell me to calm down. I’m so freaking horny at the moment all I want to do is fuck. You got a problem with that?”Her words slammed into his groin. He should have a problem with it. She was pissed at him but still perfectly fine with using him. There was something really fucked up about that. Unfortunately, no part of Ryder had a problem with it.
35. This what you want, huh?” He pulled her hips off the wall with his spare hand to fit snug against his body. “Me using you like this?” His head lowered to her other breast, replacing the pinching with suction, soothing the stinging tip as his fingers tortured the other. Yes. This. Them using each other. That was what she wanted. What the hell was wrong with that? The irrational anger she’d felt in the car boiled up in her again. “Fuck you,” she panted, grounding her head and shoulder blades against the wall as her left hand ploughed into his hair and she twisted her fingers hard. He didn’t even flinch and that just made her madder.

Greatest Helpful Sports Quotes

Sports Quotes for Motivation

I love football. I love the aesthetics of football. I love the athleticism of football. I love the movement of the players, the antics of the coaches. I love the dynamism of the fans. I love their passion for their badge and the colour of their team and their country. I love the noise and the buzz and the electricity in the stadium. I love the songs. I love the way the ball moves and then it flows and the way a teams fortune rises and falls through a game and through a season. 

But what I love about football is that it brings people together across religious divides, geographic divides, political divides. I love the fact that for ninety minutes in a rectangular piece of grass, people can forget hopefully, whatever might be going on in their life, and rejoice in this communal celebration of humanity. The biggest diverse, invasive or pervasive culture that human kinds knows is football and I love the fact that at the altar of football human kind can come worship and celebrate. 

- Andy Harper

I don't let birdies and pars get in the way of having a good time. 

- Angelo Spagnolo

Just as we tell women today to vote, in honour of the suffragettes who campaigned for the right to do so, we owe it to these female sports pioneers to draw inspiration from their stories, to continue the fight. 

- Anna Kessel, Eat Sweat Play: How Sport Can Change Our Lives

Surely we want to get to a point where women can be strong and powerful and not sexy. Or only sexy when they feel like it, not as a requirement to getting media coverage or being valued. 

- Anna Kessel, Eat Sweat Play: How Sport Can Change Our Lives

I think too often we forget that girls can like sport; we are not biologically programmed to detest it, we are - in the main - conditioned against it. But shouldn't we try to change that? 

- Anna Kessel, Eat Sweat Play: How Sport Can Change Our Lives

Maybe exercise and sport can be something we do for ourselves. For fun! For Happiness! For clear thinking! Because physical activity should be something integral to our being alive. And it is the essential part that really concerns us here, not the bit about how many millimetres it might shave off your inside thigh measurements. 

- Anna Kessel, Eat Sweat Play: How Sport Can Change Our Lives

The mainstream media perpetuates the notion that women should focus entirely on a static image of a perfect body as the end goal. There are no messages about the process, the active body, how it makes us feel in that moment. 

- Anna Kessel, Eat Sweat Play: How Sport Can Change Our Lives

The real problem here is a massive elephant in the room: our own culture. Our social values, our media - so influential on impressionable young girls - that have been allowed, for millenia, to send out this powerful, alienating message about girls and sport: that sport is unfeminine, that sport makes you sweaty and muscular, that sport is swearing and violence, that sport is ugliness in a world where women's sole priority, value and focus should be beauty and becoming an object of desire. 

- Anna Kessel, Eat Sweat Play: How Sport Can Change Our Lives

Sports Quotes that Wins the match