Best 55 quotes in «rugby quotes» category

It's basically the same, just darker.

I've been flogging myself to keep my fitness up there.

It's definitely the hardest tackle I've taken in my life but I'm still breathing and that's a good sign.

I want to reach for 150 or 200 points this season, whichever comes first.

I was playing like a rugby league player with 14 rugby players.

I've always said that playing rugby in Spain is like being a bullfighter in Japan.

Me and Tricky like playing with each other.

My goodness, that wee ball's gone so high there'll be snow on it when it comes down.

Looking back, my whole life seems so surreal. I didn't just turn up on the doorstep playing rugby, I had to go through a whole lot of things to get there.

Rugby may have many problems, but the gravest is undoubtedly that of the persistence of summer.

South African rugby doesn't have to stand back for anyone.

The French are predictably unpredictable.

League is much, much more physical than Union, and that's before anyone starts breaking the rules.

Rugby players are either piano shifters or piano movers. Fortunately, I am one of those who can play a tune.

So impressed with John Mitchell. His response to this attack has been courageous and brilliant! I wish him and the Lions all the best!

This looks a good team on paper, let's see how it looks on grass.

Those props are as cunning as a bag o' weasels.

The sooner that little so-and-so goes to rugby league, the better it will be for us.

We can change South Africa on the rugby field

Wade Dooley: With a handle like that he sounds more like a western sheriff than the Lancashire bobby that he is.

Before you start your full day of watching Equestrian Square Dancing, Soccer Balling, Hoop Dreaming, Cricket Batting, Rugby Punching, Volleyball Chopping, Skateboard Falling, Martial Arts Bowing, Bicycle Peddlers, and College Football Hecklers, maybe we have time to learn something Scientifically.

The time for reminiscing is after rugby. Then you can sit down and get fat.

With all the traveling and promotion I've been doing for 'Murderball,' its been difficult keeping up with my rugby training.

But...a vibrator can’t hold you in its arms or give you the full-body experience.” Em clamped down on the wicked surge of heat between her legs, thinking about a full-body experience with Lincoln Quinn. “It’s not going to make me lie in the wet spot, either.” “It can’t snuggle with you after,” he countered with another laugh. Em snorted. “And that’s your specialty, is it? Hanging around for pillow talk?” “I’ll have you know I give very good pillow talk.” Sure. And Elvis was alive and living at Henley Stadium. “Right,” she muttered. “Of course you do.” “I really do.” He nodded. “Most women seem to be more interested in me giving them good head, but hey, I’m a full service kinda guy.

He’d gone too far. He didn’t usually talk to women so frankly. Not with them both fully clothed anyway.

He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.

If you already know the answer, why are you trying to make me say it?" "Because I'm a girl, an that's what we do.

His aftershave – eau du sex god - wafted her way.

In any game, the game itself is the prize, no matter who wins, ultimately both lose the game.

It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels.

He hadn’t struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he’d called out to Jesus when he’d been deep inside her.

If I’d known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago.

Sex was a happiness transaction. And rugby had given Linc the means to feel very happy, very often.

Probably just as well. Maybe with all that testosterone walking out the door, the insane urge to hump Lincoln Quinn’s leg would walk right out as well. Because that was exactly how she felt every time she looked at him. Like she was in heat. Within minutes, the restaurant had emptied out to only a few non-team wedding guests. Her nemesis was nowhere to be seen, and Em congratulated herself on her self-control as she eased off the bar stool. Embarrassing leg-humping avoided—bravo!

This was Linc at his most elemental. This was cave man stuff. Potently male. Potently virile. Hot. As. Fuck.

Talk to me when your nuts are so blue they look like something you can hang on a Christmas tree.

Why do men always have such high opinions of their cock?

You should really go inside now,” he said. Her glazed, unfocused stare was starting to clear, and the cranky look he was used to being levelled at him started to take shape. “And if I don’t?” “You want to fuck me on your doorstep?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly. “Call me tomorrow when you’re sober. I’ll be right over.” She jutted her chin defiantly—clearly pissed at him for trying to be the responsible one. “I won’t need you after I’ve spent all night with a couple of multi-speed toyfriends and a box of batteries.” Linc shoved his hands on his hips, pushing back unhelpful images of her naked and pleasuring herself with a hot pink cock. “Go inside,” he growled. Before he did something crazy like offering to watch.

A vote for Japan is a vote for the future of rugby. We will do our best to make rugby a global sport.

The car was some kind of Porsche and the door stood open and beckoning, like a gold embossed invitation to sin If she could survive a ride with angel-lips in his penis car then surely she’d be immune to him in any situation?

You’re a gambling man, right? Or do you only bet on frivolous things like poker and fucking women?

A game of rugby is a work of art!

Beer and Rugby are more or less synonymous.

Britain has bred many great explorers, but they seem to get so little coverage compared to soccer and rugby players.

Crusaders shouldn't have been allowed in from the start.

Football is at least as 'gay' as rugby, Greco-Roman wrestling and the film '300.'

He's the sort of player whose brain doesn't always know where his legs are carrying him.

I don’t believe in magic. I believe in hard work.

Character, character, character. First, second and third ... we were pretty rusty initially. When you have a break for a few weeks you get a bit of rust.

Good big blokes are better than good little blokes. Then again, good little blokes are better than dud big blokes. And dud big blokes should play something other than Rugby