Ride Quotes
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To me, Viagra is the same as Disneyland. You wait an hour for a two-minute ride.
Jack Roy
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Go on, hitch a ride on the back of a butterfly. There's no better way to fly.
Patrick Monahan
Train
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When you're writing your own fiction, you don't have to ride two horses.
Elliott Colla
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During that long terrible ride to Munich, I finally swallowed the bitter pill of my lover's rejection and poisoned myself with it. I murdered the personality I was born with and transformed myself from a butterfly back in into a caterpillar. That night I learned to seek the shadows, to prefer silence.
Edith Hahn Beer
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Man is the hunter; women are the game; those sleek and shining creatures of the chase. We hunt them for the beauty of their skins; they love us for it, and we ride them down.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Excitable, easily distracted, sometimes vacant, prone to gloominess and also extreme euphoria; I can’t be generous with time, but I try to be generous with affection. I’m really lucky to be able to be in some of these situations and it feels really nice to be able to take people along with me for the ride. Oh, and I’m a pain in the ass as well.
Florence Welch
Florence and the Machine
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Come, Mr. Frodo!' he cried. 'I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you and it as well. So up you get! Come on, Mr. Frodo dear! Sam will give you a ride. Just tell him where to go, and he'll go.
J. R. R. Tolkien
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I mean, it's the same game, it just takes a little more concentration. I think I'm just kind of riding a little momentum right now. Hopefully I can ride it the rest of the year.
Ian Kinsler
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I love to go bungee jumping, jump out of planes, ride motorbikes, do kickboxing. I love all that stuff.
Catherine Bell
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Treating myself is more about just going out and having a great hike, or going on a long motorbike ride.
Tricia Helfer
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If I may ride with you, Citizen Evremonde, will you let me hold your hand? I am not afraid, but I am little and weak, and it will give me more courage." As the patient eyes were lifted to his face, he saw a sudden doubt in them, and then astonishment. He pressed the work-worn, hunger-worn young fingers, and touched his lips. "Are you dying for him?" she whispered. "And his wife and child. Hush! Yes." "Oh, you will let me hold your brave hand, stranger?" "Hush! Yes, my poor sister; to the last.
Charles Dickens
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You could walk the streets, no matter how hungry people were, not matter how long they'd been out of jobs, you could walk the streets, you could ride the subways in New York, and you would not get knocked in the head.
Ray Walston
