And this, incidentally, is my thumbnail sketch of American marriage: A woman sees a man; she likes him. Now she jumps on this thing and rides it to some kind of standstill. Then she changes it and trains it, and to the exact degree that she's able to do this, she disrespects him.
Good Luck is rather particular who she rides with, and mostly prefers those who have got common sense and a good heart; at least that is my experience.
I just look like someone with a long face. Not just A. P. McCoy himself, but some of the horses he rides.
Art rides in on pleasure.
My whole day is built around meetings that can be achieved around bike rides. My contract actually offers me a free car from my home to my office and back, but I suppose I am addicted to cycling.
The big secret in life is that there is no big secret. . . . . There are no back doors, no free rides. There's just you, this moment and a choice.
Since 99. 362% of women love mustache rides, it seems only a fool would have a bare upper lip.
Life always rides in strength to victory, not through internationalism. . . but only through the direct responsibility of the individual.
I attempt to connect with my muse and go on demon rides.
Great artists make the roads; good teachers and good companions can point them out. But there ain't no free rides, baby.
To be honest, I'm scared to death of rollercoaster rides.
I feel like they would just be the funnest people. I wish I could have been friends with Michael Jackson, just because he had the most badass house of all time and I could just go out and go on amusement park rides and then he could teach me how to moonwalk.
The artist I wanna be like is Michael Jackson. I'll get the house with the roller coaster and the rides and a disco, and I'll invite all my friends and just stay at home.
So long as a man rides his hobbyhorse peaceably and quietly along the King's highway, and neither compels you or me to get up behind him - pray, Sir, what have either you or I to do with it?
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
Why do you rant and brag with such a spate of words, as if you wanted to overwhelm me with a sort of tempest and deluge of oratory-which nevertheless falls with the greater force on your own head, while my ark rides aloft in safety?
Life is a horse: either you ride it or it rides you.
At weekends, I've been going on long but steady-paced four-and-a-half-hour bike rides.
Lying rides upon debt's back.
This is the soldier brave enough to tellThe glory-dazzled world that "war is hell":Lover of peace, he looks beyond the strife,And rides through hell to save his country's life.
