To truly be feminine means being soft, receptive, and - look out, here it comes - submissive.

The key is that I control my life; my life doesn't control me.

If you want to stay fit, surround yourself with a couple of chicks who are fired up, so that the one day you're not, you can feed off their energy.

I don't have a life, I really don't. I'm as close to a nun as you can be without the little hat. I'm a golf nun.

Volleyball anchored me at a time in my life when I needed it. It gave me a reason for being this big, big girl.

Sports provide girls with the opportunity to develop a better relationship with their bodies. They can be aggressive on the court, be strong and still be feminine.

I think any time people behave in a way that's truly them, then they'll never fail. You get in trouble when you try to copy others.

I always have a million things going on at once, but I try to put my energy into the most immediate need.

Have a short memory and a lot of forgiveness. Especially us girls who don't forget a thing. Move on.

I didn't get into this to pick up a new hobby. I don't want to just be a golfer. I want to be the best.

Stay calm and aggressive.

We let life down: it doesn't let us down.

Maria, groaning for scraps, would drape his head on my feet as I ate, trying to camouflage himself as my napkin or the rug.

I think everyone needs to be a role model, period.

The gentleman prefers to be slow in word but diligent in action.

Following Christ is not a casual or occasional practice but a continuous commitment and way of life that applies at all times and in all places.

Whatever you accept completely will take you to peace, including the acceptance that you cannot accept, that you are in resistance.

I want people to be moved, to feel called to action. That's what I want to do.

If Russell Wilson wins this game... He starts to creep into the conversation of how we talk about Tom Brady, how we talk about Peyton Manning, Drew Brees, and Aaron Rodgers.

We should try to hold on to the Christmas spirit, not just one day a year, but all 365.

With living colours give my verse to glow: The sad memorial of a tale of woe!