Quotes of: Ride-home Keyword

Sam: This is the point in the conversation where you offer me a ride home. Andrew Largeman: It is? Sam: Yeah. Andrew Largeman: Would you like a ride home? Sam: ...Fine. But I'm not riding in that sidecar. Andrew Largeman: Why not? Sam: Sidecars are f...

Garden State

Optimism / stung like grit in my swimsuit all the long ride home . . .

Heathen

He’s going to give me a piggyback ride home. He’s my designated walker.

This Book is Not FOR SALE

We are oblivious to suffering. We are cheap with charity if it's not close to our home.

When You Ride Alone You Ride With Bin Laden: What the Government Should Be Telling Us to Help Fight the War on Terrorism

Darlin’, you can’t tell me your ex wasn’t adventurous and not expect me to see it as a challenge.

Slow Ride Home

Oh God, I’ve unleashed a monster, haven’t I?” “Nope. Just a red-blooded man, darlin’.

Slow Ride Home

I'm not gonna ride home in the car. I'll wait for Randy. I think I'll get home quicker.

Patsy Cline

Maybe I should just go home and ride my tractor.

Chuck Grassley

It had been so long since she’d given herself permission to just feel without thinking, to act without discussing the consequences. And yeah, there would be consequences, she had no doubt.

Slow Ride Home

All philosophies, if you ride them home, are nonsense, but some are greater nonsense than others.

Samuel Butler

The desire to touch her, to kiss her would end up with her walking away and him hurting again. So why the hell did he reach up and stroke her cheek with the back of his knuckle?

Slow Ride Home

He’d always loved this land, loved how his family had tamed it. It was as much a part of him as his blood. Being involved with him meant moving back here. Being surrounded by bad memories.

Slow Ride Home

He crooked a finger beneath her chin and lifted until she met his gaze. Her skin was just as soft as he remembered, and her lips just as full. Only the distress in her eyes was new. At least that was something he could fix

Slow Ride Home

Some primal force roared inside him, his possessive streak taking charge. He cupped the back of her head, her hair falling over the back of his hand like silk, and tightened his grip. The moment she softened against him, he took control.

Slow Ride Home

My #1 job as a thriller author is to give readers the best white-knuckle thrill ride I am capable of. I am first and foremost in the entertainment business. If that suspenseful ride is also terrifying because it hits really close to home, then I am o...

Brad Thor

What was he thinking falling in love with her again, opening himself to another world of hurt when she left—knowing she would leave? She was a lawyer, working in the big city, used to fancy things, a fancy life. She didn’t fit in his world anymor...

Slow Ride Home

His eyes searched hers. “I’d rather just be me. Feel comfortable in my own skin and be able to speak my mind without having to carry a damned thesaurus. Sure doesn’t seem worth giving up who you are to please others. Far as I’m concerned, the...

Slow Ride Home

His thought processes imploded when she grabbed his ass, her nails digging in a way that set his body on fire. He loved the way her breath was hot on his cheek, the way her eyes had gone unfocused and fluttered closed, her lashes resting softly on he...

Slow Ride Home

You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.

Shinji Moon

My mother showed her gratitude for her life in exile by alluding to India’s modernity: the expansive railway network; the Bollywood movies she came to love for their tumultuous stories which ultimately conceded to the cardinal guidelines she held i...

A Home in Tibet

Home Alone was a lot and a lot and a lot of standing and sitting and walking and running and it was physically demanding but in this, I'm doing back flips and riding ostriches. It's physically demanding in a new way, so it's fun.

Alex D. Linz