#ride

You see, I don't know how to ride a motorcycle, actually. ↗

— Henry Winkler

#how #i #know #motorcycle #ride

Life always rides in strength to victory, not through internationalism... but only through the direct responsibility of the individual. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

#direct #individual #internationalism #life #only

A military man can scarcely pride himself on having smitten a sleeping enemy; it is more a matter of shame, simply, for the one smitten. ↗

— Isoroku Yamamoto

#having #himself #man #matter #military

I ride horseback - arthritic knees permitting - or listen to opera. Sometimes I cook. I used to do needlework, but it's hard on my hands now, so I only do it occasionally, but I like it. And, of course, I read. ↗

— Chelsea Quinn Yarbro

#course #hands #hard #horseback #i

Don't get me wrong, I think bikes are terrific. I own several of my own, including a trendy mountain style, and ride them for pleasure and light exercise. ↗

— Brock Yates

#bikes #exercise #get #i #i think

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame! ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#dance #dull #fairies #flame #i

Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#asleep #books #conversation #dead #design

I was like any new bride, who said, 'I'm going to cook for my man.' In fact, once I started a small kitchen fire in a pan. Smoke was pouring from the pan, and I got really scared. Right next to our stove is a small fire extinguisher. You know, easy access. ↗

— Catherine Zeta-Jones

#any #bride #cook #easy #easy access

He was proud of her, he admired her, and at that moment he was conscious of life as something good and he fell in love with her all over again. This consciousness of love took the form of a deep patience inhabiting him, rather than a feeling of cheer or even hope ↗

— Michael Stein

#love #pride #age

She was like a queen who beholds the virgin soil of her kingdom invaded and wasted by a traitor. Any other thing she would have pardoned: infidelity, indifference, cruelty, any sins of manhood's caprice or passion, but who should pardon this? The sin was not alone against herself; it was against every law of decency and truth that ever she had been taught to hold sacred; it was against all those great dead, who lay with the cross on their breasts and their swords by their side, from whom she had received and treasured the traditions of honor and purity of race. It was those dead knights whom he had smote upon the mouth and mocked, crying to them: 'Lo! your place is mine; my sons will reign in your stead. I have tainted your race forever; for every my blood flows with yours!' The greatness of a race is a thing far higher than mere pride. Its instincts are noble and supreme. Its obligations are no less than its privileges; it is a great light which streams backward through the darkness of the ages, and if by that light you guide not your footsteps, then are you thrice accursed, holding as you do that lamp of honor in your hands. So she had always thought, and now he had dashed the lamp in the dust. --"Wanda ↗

— Ouida

#duty #honor #obligation #pride #race