If I didn't want to work for a couple of years, I wouldn't have to-it's a great feeling, to know I'm doing it because I want to do it.
When you win a championship, it is a great feeling, and you really don't want that feeling to go away.
But even if I'm left high and dry at the end of this wild journey, just taking it is a great feeling.
Having buildings, growth models, having great progress, flyovers, and no human being is feeling for human being is a nightmare scenario.
It was just the greatest feeling to see a kid with your shoes on.
But it's a blessing to be so successful within a year; it's the greatest feeling in the world, making money and doing the things that I'm doing, and I definitely trying to continue doing what I'm doing.
The thrill of standing on the stage and hearing the crowd, it's the greatest feeling in the world. It's a blessed feeling.
The final group, on Sunday at the Masters, is the greatest feeling in the world for a professional golfer.
The greatest feeling in the world is performing and connecting with the audience.
Heights make my feet tingle; not sure if that is a phobia, but it isn't the greatest feeling.
I love being able to perform in the ring in front of people, and that's the greatest feeling in the world.
Always the aim for me is making people feel like they are not alone. That's just the greatest feeling.
When I stand in that ring after a match, I feel like the strongest me! It's truly the greatest feeling.
The greatest feeling of accomplishment for me is the fact that I was an athlete who was somewhat disabled.
Playing a Test in front of my home crowd at the Rec was the greatest feeling of my career. It was the first time I felt pressure on me to perform, because I wanted to do so well.
For a Bostonian... we live in the shadow of New York, and to be acknowledged by New Yorkers is really the greatest feeling.
Feeling a part of that community is my greatest reward.
The feeling is constantly growing on me that I had been the first to hear the greeting of one planet to another.
I've always been curious about why one man jumps out of a foxhole with a grenade and charges a machine gun nest, and his buddy next to him sits there cowering. And my feeling is that the difference is tiny between the two.
America had taken my father from me. And over most of the years of his illness, I gradually started feeling this support system from this country who-people grieving along with us.
