#cycle

In a car you're always in a compartment, and because you're used to it you don't realize that through that car window everything you see is just more TV. You're a passive observer and it is all moving by you boringly in a frame. On a cycle the frame is gone. You're completely in contact with it all. You're in the scene, not just watching it anymore, and the sense of presence is overwhelming. ↗

— Robert M. Pirsig

#art

I think the best time to stare off into space is when you’re going 65 on a motorcycle, provided you’re wearing your astronaut’s helmet. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#fantasy #funny #motorcycle #space #funny

Everything goes in cycles, to a degree. ↗

— Herb Brooks

#degree #everything #goes

His life had been disrupted, but not his billing cycles. ↗

— Victor LaValle

#life

So there is something perhaps more difficult to conceive of, sometimes born of resignation and sometimes not- a life in which not getting it is the point and not the problem; in which the project is to learn how not to ride the bicycle, how not to understand the poem. Or to put it the other way round, this would be a life in which getting it – the will to get it, the ambition to get it – was the problem; in which wanting to be an accomplice didn’t take precedence over making up one’s mind. ↗

— Adam Phillips

#getting-it #life

Why?' - Nasuada 'You know why' - Murtagh ↗

— Christopher Paolini

#inheritance-cycle #love #murtagh #nasuada #love

We say that flowers return every spring, but that is a lie. It is true that the world is renewed. It is also true that that renewal comes at a price, for even if the flower grows from an ancient vine, the flowers of spring are themselves new to the world, untried and untested. The flower that wilted last year is gone. Petals once fallen are fallen forever. Flowers do not return in the spring, rather they are replaced. It is in this difference between returned and replaced that the price of renewal is paid. And as it is for spring flowers, so it is for us. ↗

— Daniel Abraham

#death #renewal #seasons #death

Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That's why we call it the present. ↗

— A.A. Milne

#recycled-by-bil-keane #recycled-by-eleanor-roosevelt #children

you don't know this, baby, but some men have dream women too" Tack-Motorcyle Man ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#tack #tyra #dreams

Reality holds no reverence for romance, and no remorse for the weak. Those who enter hell need know why they are there. ↗

— Doug Barber

#harley-davidson #motorcycle #people #photography #photography